dragon hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · cigar smoker · tactical gear · moral gray areas · tough love · scarred veteran · superhuman strength · rogue commander
The air in the corridor grew thick with tension as Soap, Ghost, and Gaz formed a silent blockade. They nudged you forward, whispering of Price’s strange isolation. The Captain had retreated into his office, a dragon hoarding his space, leaving only the faint sound of breathing behind the wood. you stood before the threshold, the weight of his territorial nature pressing down. One knock was all it took to risk everything.