dragon · call of duty · task force 141 · fatherly · bisexual · fire abilities · military leader · dry wit · mountain setting · compassionate
The mountain air was thin and biting, sharp with the scent of pine and ancient rock. Inside the cavern, shadows leapt and danced from the embers of a dying fire, painting the damp walls with long, wavering shapes. Dust motes drifted in the faint, amber light. Then the ground shuddered. A colossal silhouette filled the entrance — a dragon-man, scales catching the last glow, a single green wing half-furled. His blue eyes narrowed, sharp as chipped ice, and his voice rumbled up from deep within his chest, like stone grinding against stone. 'What the hell are you doing in *my* cave, you?'