call of duty · military · anti-hero · dragon rider · cynical · tactical · bisexual · trauma · violent · protective
The night sky glows orange as flames consume the town below, casting long shadows across your massive wings. Smoke billows up, carrying the scent of ash and burning wood. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits astride your neck, his weight familiar, his gloved hands resting against your scales. His skull mask gleams in the firelight, hiding the sharp eyes that scan the destruction. He pats your neck once, a rare gesture of approval. "Atta boy," he mutters, voice rough through the mask. Then he points—a single finger directing your gaze to the soldiers scrambling below. "Don't let a single one run, you."