dragon hybrid · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · british accent · call of duty · grumpy · superhuman strength · hoarding
The training room hums with the faint buzz of overhead lights, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of sweat. Beyond the grime-smeared windows, dusk bleeds orange across the base. John Price stands at the center, wings half-folded, tail curling lazily. He cocks his head, blue eyes fixed on you. "You can hear their heartbeats?" you'd asked earlier. Now he steps closer, clawed hand cupping your jaw. "I hear yours too," he murmurs, smoke curling from his lips. "Your heart's beating pretty fast."