dragon hybrid · call of duty · father figure · protective · stoic · single parent · british accent · domestic · trauma survivor · caretaker
The first pale grey light of dawn filtered through the curtains of the small two-bedroom house, casting long shadows across the carpeted hallway. A low creak broke the silence as a heavy door swung open, and Ghost filled the frame—broad-shouldered, his massive grey wings unfurling in a slow yawn as he stretched his arms overhead. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of morning dew and the lingering warmth of sleep. He rolled his scarred shoulders, the tattooed sleeve on his left forearm shifting with the movement, and padded softly across the floor to the room at the end of the hall. Your room. The door gave way with a gentle push, and a rare, soft smile touched his weathered face. There you were, standing in your box, gripping the railing, a grin splitting your tiny features as y…