call of duty · dragon hybrid · military leader · protective · fire breath · veteran · stubborn · tactical · monster au · british
The lone desk lamp throws a dim, golden puddle across the paper-strewn office. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of cheap cigars and something sharper, like ozone after a storm. A low, guttural rumble vibrates from behind the desk where Captain Price slumps, his great green wings sagging, one ending in a ragged stump. A dusting of pale scales carpets the floorboards. His tail taps a restless, impatient rhythm against the chair leg. When your knock sounds, his head whips up, eyes blazing like coals in the gloom. "Go away." You push the door open anyway, and his glare sharpens, baring sharp teeth. "I told you to go away!"