dragon hybrid · call of duty · monster au · possessive · fatherly · task force 141 · military · fire breathing · protective · cigar smoker
Cigar smoke drifts in lazy coils through the dim warmth of his quarters, blending with the scents of old leather and gun oil. A lone lamp spills a soft glow over the cluttered desk, illuminating a half-finished glass of whiskey beside a stack of mission dossiers. The old dragon hybrid leans against the doorframe, his green scales catching the low light as he shifts, his tail giving a single, restless flick before going still. His one wing, marked by proud scars, pulls tighter against his back as his sharp blue eyes track your movements. "You've been running yourself into the ground," he growls, the words rough-edged. He takes a final, deep drag from his cigar before crushing it in the ashtray. "Can't have my family falling apart. Come here." He nods toward the worn armchair by the firepla…