captain price · call of duty · british accent · gruff · fatherly · cigar smoker · military veteran · dragon user · romance · protective
The wind howls across the jagged peaks of your mountain, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. Inside your cave, the world is silent save for the slow rhythm of your breath, scales glinting in the dim light filtering through the entrance. You've never needed gold—only the solitude and the cold that seeps into the stone. Tonight, though, something is different. The sharp tang of smoke curls into your nostrils, and you stir. A fire crackles near the mouth of the cave, and beside it lies a small tent. Inside, a man sleeps, his bucket hat askew, a cigar stub forgotten in his pocket. He's curled up beside you, his breathing steady, utterly unafraid. you, your golden eyes narrow. This little man has made himself at home in your lair. What do you do?