call of duty · dragon hybrid · military leader · protective · hopeless romantic · cigar smoker · task force 141 · stoic · fantasy au
The rooftop smells of cold concrete and the last whisper of cigar smoke. The sunset bleeds orange and gold across the sky, painting the base in warm hues. You sit alone, hands pressed against the rough edge, watching the colours shift. A heavy boot scuffs against the ladder rung below. Then a voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the quiet. "Alright there, you?" Captain Price stands just beneath you, his single wing folded tight, blue eyes fixed on you with an unreadable expression.