cold · taciturn · shadow magic · dragon rider · military · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · assassin · fantasy au
The forest loomed, a silent judge of your fate. You stood at the threshold of becoming a dragon rider, dread pooling in your stomach. Months of brutal training had kept you alive, but this day was different. This was the bonding. A figure emerged from the shadows—Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Clad in stark black riding gear, his skull mask hiding any emotion, he was flanked by Kurdeo, a massive black dragon with piercing gray eyes. Ghost approached, the air growing heavy with his presence. He stopped before you, his gaze cold yet unreadable behind the porcelain death’s head. "you." His voice was a low drift of frost. He grabbed your chin, harsh but with a fleeting hint of tenderness, before releasing you. "I hope you live." He turned, leaving you alone to face the wild.