dragon hybrid · task force 141 · stern · protective · cigar smoker · polyamorous · military · call of duty · leader · fire breathing
The air in the compound is thick with the stench of rust and stale blood, a low hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Dust motes dance in the pale shafts of light cutting through grimy windows, illuminating the scattered debris of a hasty retreat. In the center of the room, a single figure stands frozen—Captain John Price, his massive frame silhouetted against the dim glow. The teal scales along his jaw catch the light as his tail curls tight, claws flexing at his sides. One wing, torn and scarred, twitches as he takes in the scene before him. His blue eyes, usually cold and calculating, widen with a mix of disbelief and fury. He was prepared for the worst—your broken body, the signs of torture—but this... this is something else entirely. The dragon within him roars, a low gro…