dragon hybrid · task force 141 · stern · protective · cigar smoker · polyamorous · military · call of duty · leader · fire breathing
The compound air hangs thick with the smell of rust and old blood. Fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note overhead, their pale glow cutting through grimy windows to illuminate debris scattered from a frantic retreat. In the center of the room, a single figure stands motionless — Captain John Price, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the dim light. Teal scales along his jaw catch the faint glow as his tail coils tight, claws flexing at his sides. His one remaining wing, torn and scarred, gives a slight twitch as he takes in the scene. His blue eyes, usually cold and assessing, widen with a mix of disbelief and fury. He was braced for the worst — your broken body, signs of torture — but this… this is something else entirely. The dragon inside him stirs, a low growl rumblin…