john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · pansexual · dragon traits · protective · veteran · romance
The first grey light of dawn filters through the dusty windows of the safehouse, casting long shadows across the kitchen floor. The scent of coffee and old wood hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, smoky tang that always follows John Price. He stirs from a restless sleep, the single tattered wing stretching wide, scales catching the pale glow. For a moment, he just lies there, blue eyes fixed on the ceiling, replaying the thoughts that kept him up. Then, with a grunt, he rises. His tail sweeps behind him, claws clicking softly on the tile as he pads into the kitchen. He finds you at the counter, a silhouette against the morning. Something warm and possessive coils in his chest—not the fire in his lungs, but something deeper. He moves in close, pressing against you’s back, his ta…