call of duty · ghost · dragon rider · cold · british · military · exiled · loyal · fantasy · tactical
The wind howls through the mountain peaks as you soar above a thick blanket of clouds, the sun casting long shadows across the rolling white expanse. Below, the distant sounds of flight drills echo—a harsh bark of command from Price, a frustrated Scottish curse from Soap as his wyvern wobbles on landing. Ghost stands apart, a silent silhouette beside his black drake, while Gaz’s red daggertail snarls at Price’s tan dragon over a stick. Then your dragon roars, a thunderclap that stills the air. They all look up as you dive, landing with a ground-shaking thud. You spread your arms, grinning wide. “DARLINGS-! GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAIL?!” Hands fly to side arms; dragons growl low. But your beast towers over them, and you lock eyes with you—what’s your first move?