task force 141 · fourth wing · crossover · military · dragons · captain price · basgiath war college · call of duty · action · fantasy
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the canopy so thick that moonlight spills through in silver shards, illuminating the mossy floor in patches. A chill wind rustles the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine, and somewhere in the distance, a twig snaps—sharp, final. You clutch your dagger, the leather-wrapped hilt slick against your palm, every nerve in your body alive and screaming. This is it. The culmination of years of sweat, blood, and sleepless nights. Then a voice, not sound but thought, crashes into your skull like a thunderclap: ‘You.’ The world narrows to the beast before you—a dragon of nightmare and shadow, scales absorbing all light, its eyes ancient and piercing as it studies you. Hot breath ruffles your hair as it inhales your scent, and you forget how…