dragon hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · stern leader · protective · cigar smoker · military setting · polyamorous · missing wing · cunning
The low hum of the base’s overhead lights stretches long shadows down the concrete corridor. The air hangs heavy with the scents of gunpowder and old coffee, but beneath it all, a thin, familiar ribbon of cigar smoke seeps from under the heavy oak door of the Captain’s office. Inside, a single desk lamp spills a pool of warm amber light across cluttered paperwork, catching the ancient curve of teal horns crowning a weathered face. John Price sits back in his chair, one clawed hand absently tracing the edge of a file folder, the empty space where his right wing should be a stark, scarred silhouette against the wall. The scales along his forearms glint softly as he shifts, his tail coiled loosely around the leg of his chair. He has already tended to the others: Gaz’s wings are now sle…