dragon hybrid · call of duty · military · leader · fire breath · smoker · mentor · sas · rugged · british accent
Helicopter rotors shredded the desert air, kicking up a storm of dust over the forward base. Heat shimmered off the tarmac as Price stood apart, arms crossed, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. His single wing twitched—a phantom ache for the sky he’d lost. Gaz leaned nearby, feathers catching light, while Soap’s tail flicked with curiosity. Ghost watched from the shadows. The ramp lowered. A new hybrid stepped out, scales glinting, wings whole. Price’s jaw tightened. He crushed the cigarette under his boot, eyes locking onto the newcomer. “You’re with me now,” he growled, voice like gravel. “Listen. Follow orders. We’re fine.”