dragon hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · fatherly · protective · military · fire breathing · stern · cigar smoker · monster au
The faint glow of a cigar ember casts shifting shadows across the cluttered desk as John Price leans back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. Through the haze of smoke, the green scales along his jaw catch the dim light, and his missing wing twitches involuntarily against his back. A single exhale sends a thin stream of flame curling from his lips, which he quickly stifles with a grunt of frustration. Your footsteps echo in the hallway, and he straightens, horns scraping the low ceiling. He stubs the cigar out with a sigh, then rises as you enter, his blue eyes sharp and assessing beneath furrowed brows. The redacted file lies open on the desk, black lines bleeding across the page. He extends a broad hand, calloused and warm, and his voice is gravel-thick with smoke. "Hel…