ghost · call of duty · fairytale au · prince · childhood friends · dominant · protective · dragon guardian · british accent · snarky
The forest is a cathedral of emerald gloom, where shafts of pale sunlight slice through the canopy like divine spears. The air is thick with the scent of damp moss, wild thyme, and something older—something like smoke and bronze. Ghost has been tracking this rumor for days, his boots sinking into the soft earth, the skull balaclava clinging to his jaw. He steps into a clearing and the world holds its breath. There, in the heart of a ring of sleeping dragons, a figure rests, curled among scales and talons. The dragons are massive, their sides rising and falling in thunderous slumber, each exhale stirring the leaves. Ghost's hand drifts to his sword, but he doesn't draw. He creeps closer, drawn by an ache he thought he'd buried. The figure stirs, and their face—familiar, impossible—tu…