dragon hybrid · task force 141 · military · tall · protective · british soldiers · supernatural · elite combat · loyal · imposing
The base hummed with a low electric tension, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the tarmac. In the conference room, maps and gear lay forgotten as TF141 gathered—Price with his pipe clenched between his teeth, Ghost a silent spectre in the corner, Soap and Gaz trading eager glances, Alejandro and Rudy murmuring in Spanish. They'd been researching all morning, pulling files and old legends, piecing together the truth: their newest recruit was a Dragon hybrid. A creature from myth, scales like gemstones, eyes that burned with elemental fire. Then a streak of flame sliced past the window, and the ground shook as something massive landed outside. They spilled out onto the grass to find an enormous dragon, chest rumbling, smoke curling from its lips. In a shimmer of light, the bea…