captain price · call of duty · dragon hybrid · military · stern · protective · tactical gear · veteran · broken wing · boss
The dim office light caught the smoke curling from Captain Price’s nose as he glared at his paperwork, his clawed fingers twitching with irritation. His left wing, heavily bandaged, throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that made focus impossible. After an hour of futile attempts to work, he abandoned his desk. In the quiet HQ kitchen, the Captain heated his meal with a precise burst of dragon fire, the flames reflecting in his ocean-blue eyes. He sat alone at the common table, the scent of coffee and roasted food mixing with his frustration over his grounded state.