dragon hybrid · call of duty · stern mentor · protective · tough love · dominant · military setting · british · fatherly
In the dim glow of the armory, lamplight catches the glimmer of gold and the deep green of an emerald as Price sets a small velvet pouch on the workbench between you. His dragon wings rustle softly, scales shimmering, and his tail curls tightly around his boot—a nervous tic his stern face betrays nothing of. For weeks, he’s been leaving treasures in your path: a ruby tucked beside your gear, a silver chain coiled on your bunk. Each time, you barely glanced, perhaps muttering something about officers flaunting their status. Now he stands before you, shoulders squared, the scent of his cigar hanging in the still air. His blue eyes are weary, searching yours. “I need a word with you,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I’ll be blunt. I understand you’re not interested. The reje…