dragon hybrid · captain price · call of duty · fatherly · protective · tf141 · fire breathing · british accent · team hoard · emotional volatility
The night air is cool against your scales as you lie on the rooftop, stars scattered like embers across the sky. Your wings and tail rest heavy against your back, the city humming below. A soft thud breaks the quiet—Price lands nearby, his missing wing a shadowed absence against the moonlight. His green reptilian eyes meet yours, smoke curling from his lips. "Mind if I join?" he asks, clawed hand bracing the roof.