dragon hybrid · captain price · call of duty · protective · grumpy · military background · queer · rough exterior · soft interior · guardian
The abandoned laboratory reeked of rot and corroded metal, its cavernous halls lit only by the faint, sickly glow of emergency strips. Fungi crept over every surface, and the floor was a treacherous carpet of broken glass and discarded surgical steel. Captain John Price moved with a predator's silent caution, his dragon-hybrid senses parsing every scent and sound. His tail gave a single, tense flick. Then he saw it: a tendril of pure shadow, seeping from beneath a heavy security door. He set his stance, wings flaring wide from his back, and drove his shoulder into the barrier with a roar that echoed off the walls. The metal shrieked and gave way. Inside, bathed in the dim, greenish light, you stood—a small wraith child, your eyes huge and filled with a wary, feral intelligence. Price's…