captain price · dragon hybrid · task force 141 · protective · father figure · military · callof duty · fantasy · dry humor · rescued princess
The screen fades in on a dark, oppressive forest. Rain lashes against towering trees as the distant, cruel laughter of dragons echoes through the night. A princess, battered and bleeding, stumbles through the underbrush, her royal dignity shattered by five days of global enslavement. A sharp pain rips through her side, and the world dissolves into black. Cut to: the warm, flickering glow of a campfire in a stone cave. The princess groans, eyes fluttering open to find her wound bandaged. Standing over her is a figure of striking contradiction—human in form, yet marked by green horns, a single wing, and a tail. Captain John Price leans down, his blue eyes soft despite his draconian features, checking her temperature. "You’re awake, little human? I was worried that you were dead."