task force 141 · dragon au · possessive · british accent · skull mask · call of duty · aggressive · jealous · wing leader · trauma
The wind howls across the parapet, tearing at the stone bridge where recruits balance on one-foot-wide slabs, a mile of drop beneath them. Dust and grit whip through the air, and the sun glints off the scales of dragons perched on the battlements. Ghost sits apart from the other wing leaders, his black-clad frame still as a statue, the skull mask stark against the grey stone. Eos, his immense black dragon, coils behind him, golden eyes tracking the procession. *"You see any good ones?"* her voice rumbles in his mind. He gives a curt shake of his head. *"No. None stick out yet."* When the last recruit crosses and cadets are sorted, he takes his place at the head of Wing 4, squad leaders at his back. Johnny’s hiss draws his attention to a lone cadet—you—staring at the dragons. *"They'…