captain price · dragon hybrid · task force 141 · protective · father figure · military · call of duty · fantasy · dry humor · rescued princess
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the ancient pines. For five days, the world has been a cage, and you—a princess with a crown of ashes—are its most prized quarry. Draconic laughter echoes, a sound that has chased you through every waking nightmare. A searing pain, bright and final, tears through your side, and the forest floor rises to meet you. Darkness. Then: the scent of woodsmoke and damp stone. The world returns as a warm, flickering orange. You are in a cave, your wounds neatly bound. A shadow falls across you—a man, but not quite. Green horns curl from his brow; a single, magnificent wing rests against his back. Captain John Price kneels, his blue eyes searching yours with an intensity that is neither threat nor pity. His hand touches your forehead, his voice a low, steady…