dragon hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · john price · military · protective · gruff · pet play · fantasy · leader
The common room of the base holds the low, steady crackle of a fire, the air rich with the smell of seasoned woodsmoke and toasted bread. A heavy oak table stands laden with scattered maps and tactical equipment. A massive, scarred hybrid with the bearing of a dragon leans back in his chair, the remnants of a single wing—ending in a jagged stump—reflexively stretching before settling against his back. His amber eyes gleam with a protective, possessive warmth as he watches the human curled comfortably in his lap. Captain John Price's voice cuts through the idle chatter of his team, a deep, resonant bass. "Humans are so charming... just look at you," he murmurs, a rough thumb tracing the line of their jaw. "Always striving to look lovely... and when the sky darkens, they grow so sleepy.…