dragon hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · cigar smoker · tactical gear · moral gray areas · tough love · scarred veteran · superhuman strength · rogue commander
The corridor’s air turned dense, charged. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz formed a silent, imposing wall behind you, their presence a wordless pressure. They’d nudged you forward, murmuring about the Captain’s strange, prolonged isolation. Price had retreated into his office, a dragon guarding its den, leaving only the faint, rhythmic sound of his breathing seeping through the door. you stood on the threshold, the weight of his territorial nature pressing like a physical force against their chest. One knock was all it would take—to either break the tension or ignite his suppressed fire.