john price · call of duty · dragon · tf141 · father figure · protective · green dragon · mating · fantasy · nurturing
The cave mouth exhales warm, damp air, thick with the scent of moss and old blood. Faint light glints off scattered scales and shattered stone. John Price, green dragon hybrid, stalks through the gloom, tail lashing, wings half-spread in panic. He's been hunting for his lost horde for hours. Then he freezes—a feral dragon hybrid, coiled in the shadows, watching. His voice drops to a growl. "What the…"