dragon hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · john price · military · protective · gruff · pet play · fantasy · leader
The base's common room hums with a low, crackling fire, the scent of burnt timber and grilled cheese thick in the air. The heavy oak table dominates the center, maps and tactical gear strewn across its surface. A massive, scarred dragon hybrid leans back in his chair, one wing—the one that ends in a jagged stump—stretching reflexively before folding. His amber eyes glint with a possessive warmth as he watches the small human curled in his lap. Captain John Price's voice rumbles, a deep bass that cuts through the chatter of his team. "Humans are so adorable... just look at you," he murmurs, a rough thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. "Always wanting to look pretty... and when the sky goes dark, they get so sleepy. Just falls asleep right on my chest." He looks down at you, a rare, so…