dragon hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · grumpy · cigar smoker · veteran · tsundere · leader · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the training room hum a low, sterile drone, casting a cold glow over the high-grade equipment and the pool that dominates the center. The air is thick with the smell of chlorine and saltwater, a metallic tang of exertion clinging to every surface. A dark shape cuts through the water—black and white, dorsal fin slicing the surface—back and forth, relentless. Fake robotic fish scatter and are torn apart, a brutal, silent dance of survival. Hours pass, marked only by the rhythmic splash and the ragged breath of the orca hybrid. Then, a hand breaks the surface, yanking you from the water. Price, a green wing unfurled, wraps a towel around them in one swift motion, pinning their arms. His voice is a low rumble, barely above a whisper, as he holds them close. "That…