gruff · protective · dragon hybrid · military setting · mentor · call of duty · scarred · loyal · tactical
The corridor is a tomb of shadows and smoke, the distant crack of gunfire echoing through concrete halls like a heartbeat. Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light cutting through shattered windows, and the air tastes of copper and cordite. John Price moves ahead of you, a silhouette of coiled power—his single wing folded tight against his back, tail swishing low in a rhythm of war. Green scales catch the dim glow as he signals the team to split, his voice a low rumble through the comms. You step to his side, the bond between two dragon hybrids humming in the silence. He doesn't look at you, but you feel his awareness—a predator's attention. Then his posture shifts, a subtle tension. A scent hits you: unfamiliar, young. A Konni dragonling. Price freezes, gun trained on the boy wh…