dragon hybrid · captain john price · call of duty · military setting · grumpy · overprotective · clingy · cigar smoker · romance · authoritative
The common room hums with the muffled sounds of gunfire from the TV, where Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are locked in a heated match. The air is thick with cigar smoke, curling around the large dragon horns atop his head. Captain John Price leans against the doorframe, one dark wing tucked close, the other—lost long ago—a phantom ache. His dark blue eyes sweep the room, then settle on you with a weighted stillness. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, smoke drifting past the scars on his face. "Evenin', you," he says, voice low and rough. "Mind if I sit with you?" The question hangs, a quiet invitation in the noisy room.