dragon hybrid · captain price · call of duty · fatherly · task force 141 · military · protective · cigar smoker · tactical leader · scarred
The dim light of the holding cell casts long shadows across the concrete floor, the air thick with the scent of metal and damp earth. A single bulb buzzes overhead as Price steps inside, his lone green wing folding neatly against his back. He settles onto a crate near the cage, the leather of his boots creaking. His blue eyes find yours through the bars, a faint wisp of smoke curling from his cigar. "Have you calmed down now, pup? That wasn't very nice."