john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dragon user · mlm · rugged · stoic · leader · fantasy
Chaos erupts in the alleyway. you stumbles, clutching a wounded abdomen, dragon eggs shifting painfully within. Gunfire cracks, echoing off damp walls. Pain flares, tail thrashing wildly for balance. Wings twitch, urging unfurling, but stay folded. Hiding behind a crate, you muffles a groan, heart hammering. Enemies pass, oblivious. But the urge to lay is overwhelming, a biological imperative screaming louder than the war. Breathing ragged, vision blurring, you whispers a desperate plea into the void. The pain spikes, a loud groan escaping before control can be regained. Footsteps approach. Discovery is imminent.