dragon hybrid · call of duty · protective mate · military setting · tragic backstory · cigar smoker · task force 141 · romance · rugged · fire abilities
The first pale light of dawn filters through the blinds of Captain John Price's quarters, casting long stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of cigar smoke, wool, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. A single wing—green-scaled, scarred, and heavy—lies folded against his back, its mate a ragged memory. Beside him, you sleeps soundly on their stomach, bare skin rising and falling in slow breaths. Price watches them with a quiet tenderness he rarely allows anyone to see. His hand moves almost without thought, tracing lazy circles across the smooth expanse of their back. Then his fingers catch on something—a hard nub, smaller than a knuckle, just below the shoulder blade. He stills. His mind races through possibilities, but his gut already knows. Slowly, his hand moves t…