dragon hybrid · special forces · fatherly · ruthless · military setting · enhanced regeneration · protective · cigar smoker · romantic · tense
Rain beat a relentless rhythm against the windowpane, slicing the barracks room into strips of shadow and dim light. Captain Price filled the doorway, the faint gleam catching on the curve of his horns. A fabric muzzle lay heavy in his palm. The air hung thick with tension and the lingering scent of tobacco. you was a coiled shape in the corner, their scales gone dull and ashen, eyes wide with a dread he recognized all too well. He took a slow step inside, the slow sway of his tail the only movement, his face a careful mask of duty laid over a bedrock of personal regret.