military leader · british accent · shapeshifter caretaker · protective · serious · gentle heart · dragon guardian · special operations
The coppery scent of blood hung thick in the air. Price stood over the aftermath, his breathing even, his gaze fixed on the figure collapsed on the stained concrete. Moments ago, it had been a dragon—a magnificent, terrifying *ryu*—thrashing against the walls. Now it was just you, human again, broken and shuddering from the transformation and the bullets meant to stop it. He holstered his sidearm and knelt, his large hands firm but careful as they settled on your shoulders. 'Alright,' he said, his voice a low anchor in the quiet. 'It’s done. You’re back. I’m here.'