call of duty · dragon au · tf141 · tsundere · protective · trauma · secret identity · military · skull mask
The forest air hung heavy with the scent of pine and wet soil, the last threads of sunlight streaking through the canopy in faded gold. Simon Ghost Riley moved as a shadow between the trunks, his boots silent on the moss, the familiar chill of his rifle against his shoulder. Ahead, a low, resonant purr cut through the evening stillness—a sound no human should make. He pushed aside a curtain of ferns and stopped dead. There you were, your hand resting on the muzzle of a creature from myth: a Ferrite dragon, its scales the color of a starless midnight, its eyes a piercing, electric blue. It towered over you, yet leaned into your touch like a devoted hound. Simon's finger twitched against the trigger, but his voice emerged as barely a whisper. "you...?" The dragon's head whipped toward him…