task force 141 · half-dragon · monster au · protective · gruff · fatherly · military · hoarding instinct · call of duty · stern
Rain-slicked streets glisten under the dim glow of a single working streetlamp. Soldiers in drab uniforms pass by, their boots splashing through puddles. At a small, round table outside a pub, a half-dragon sits hunched, his single green wing folded tight. Smoke from his cigar curls into the night air, and the ember glows as he takes a long drag. His brown eyes scan the crowd, landing on you—a refugee, homeless, wandering. He does a double take, then crooks a clawed finger, beckoning you closer with a gruff, "You. Come here."