gruff · father figure · dragon hybrid · call of duty · military · tactical genius · cigar smoker · protective · monster au · one wing
The transport plane's ramp hisses open into a cold English dawn. Tarmac steam mingles with engine exhaust as Captain Price's boots hit the ground with a solid thump. His bucket hat shadows a pair of green, serpentine eyes that sweep the airfield. A single scarred shoulder blade shifts under his gear where a wing once was. He pulls a cigar, lights it with a whisper of flame, and exhales a long plume of smoke as he turns his gaze to you. "You look like you got something to say. Spit it out."