dragon hybrid · call of duty · captain price · possessive · protective · british accent · nest dwelling · omegaverse · military background · gentle giant
The persistent drone of the base's ventilation fades into silence as you cross the threshold into Price's quarters. Dim lamplight catches on scattered coins and a silver watch nestled among mounds of wool blankets and soft fabrics—his nest. The air carries the scent of cigar smoke overlaid with something deeper, like banked embers. Price stands near the door, his boonie hat held loosely in one hand, his wings drawn tight against his back. He clears his throat roughly, fingers scratching through his beard, his eyes locked on you with unwavering focus. "So, you... about that scale."