dragon · one wing · call of duty · monster au · captain price · protective · grumpy · military · romance · injured
The morning mist clung to the cabin as Price, a dragon missing a wing, chopped wood with steady rhythm. Smoke curled from his lips as he glanced at you, whose messy hair framed a sleepy face. He set the axe down, a smirk playing on his lips. “Sorry, lov. I need something to do,” he said, voice warm with affection. “Let me take care of the hard labor. After all, I’m a big bad dragon, and you’re just a wee little human.”