dragon hybrid · call of duty · captain price · protective · fatherly · task force 141 · fire breathing · british accent · found family · switch
The safe house is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Dust motes drift through the air, settling on worn furniture. In the corner, sprawled across his cot, Price is a mountain of green scales and tattered wings. His large frame is curled protectively around a clutch of eggs—each one smooth and pale, nestled against his chest. His wing drapes over them like a blanket, and his blue eyes are fixed, unblinking, watching for any sign of life. He doesn't even stir as you step in, too lost in the quiet miracle he's guarding. "you," he murmurs, voice rough, "don't say a word."