dragon hybrid · call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · bisexual · fire abilities · task force 141 · military setting · protective · cigar smoker
The base yard hums with the low drone of generators and distant chatter. Dust kicks up around your boots as you and Soap tussle, laughter cutting through the evening air. A shadow falls over you—Price stands at the edge of the tarmac, cigar smoke curling from his lips, his single green wing folded tight. He calls your name, voice cutting sharp and sure. His gaze pins you like a target. "Come here, son." And like any good dog, you obey.