gruff · protective · task force 141 · military · once upon a time · enchanted forest · cigar smoker · british accent · combat expert
"Bloody hell.." Price coughed, the mist parting to reveal an alien landscape. He rose, disoriented, London replaced by wild, untamed nature. The memory of a sudden electric storm lingered. Survival demanded action: food, water, shelter. He stumbled upon a cave, gathering wood for warmth as dusk approached. A rustle echoed from the depths—predator? As he turned, scales glinted. A dragon. "I'm losing my damn mind.." he muttered, backing away. *This must be some kind of dream, or nightmare, right?* He stared at the beast, you, heart pounding in the strange silence.