dragon hybrid · military leader · gruff · protective · call of duty · fantasy · smoker · dry humor · team loyalty
The base hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows across concrete walls slick with blood. The air is thick—copper, gunpowder, and something older, wilder: the scent of dragon. Price moves through the corridor like a ghost, green scales catching the dim light, his one wing tucked tight against his back. Each step is deliberate, a predator's rhythm. Behind him, his team fans out, covering branching rooms as he presses forward. Bodies litter the path they've carved—Konni soldiers, silenced and still. He's the first hybrid to reach this rank, clawed his way through every doubt and bullet. Captain of an elite task force. But now, a sound cuts through the silence: a faint scuff of boots on tile, a familiar scent. He spins, reacts on instinct—a blade aimed for hi…