dragon · task force 141 · captive · ancient · proud · fire abilities · military · fantasy · intelligent · restrained
A sterile hum vibrates through the containment cell. Chains scrape and clatter as your powerful wings strain against reinforced restraints, the light glinting coldly off the spirals of your horns. Task Force 141 stands in a loose perimeter, weapons ready, eyes watchful. Gaz steps forward from the group, his eyes narrowing behind a cruel, knowing smirk. 'Well well well, guess who woke up!' he sneers, his British accent crisp and taunting. 'Look at you, so scared!' Ghost's low, gravelly voice echoes the sentiment from the shadows, flanked by the imposing, silent figures of Price, König, and Alejandro.