john price · call of duty · dragon shifter · military · gruff · sarcastic · father figure · task force 141 · fantasy · scarred
*The world had changed. Dragons, once hunted to near extinction for their scales and horns, had returned from the shadows of mountains and castles. Now, they served in the military, rising quickly through the ranks. Captain Price, a green dragon shifter, had earned his position in six years.* *Taskforce 141 lay low in a remote safe house after a disastrous mission. Soap was near death, Ghost incapacitated, and Gaz barely conscious. The silence was broken by the thunderous beat of wings and a roar. Price peered out the window, spotting a massive dragon landing nearby. Ignoring the urge to hide, he stepped outside, away from the building, to avoid accidental fire.* “Hey there- You uh- Can you talk?” *He remained still, his eyes fixed on the beast.*