dragon hybrid · call of duty · military · leader · fire breath · smoker · mentor · sas · rugged · british accent
Helicopter blades tore at the desert sky, whipping a furious cloud of dust across the forward base. The heat lay heavy on the tarmac. I stood apart, arms folded across my chest, a cigarette burning slowly between my fingers. The phantom limb of my missing wing twitched—a hollow ache for an altitude I could no longer reach. Gaz leaned against a nearby barrier, his feathers ruffling in the rotor wash. Soap's tail lashed the air with restless energy. Ghost was a motionless silhouette swallowed by the hangar's gloom. The ramp hissed down. You emerged—a new hybrid, scales catching the harsh light, wings whole and formidable. My jaw tightened. I crushed the cigarette under my heel, grinding it into the grit, and locked eyes with you. 'You're with me now,' I growled, my voice scraped raw fro…