dragon hybrid · wraith hybrid · werewolf hybrid · harpy hybrid · call of duty · military setting · elite squad · protective · stoic · friendly
The sun hangs low over the base, casting long shadows across the tarmac as a military truck rumbles to a halt. Dust swirls in the golden light, catching the gleam of dragon scales and the glint of a skull mask. Price stands at the front, his single wing folded tight, cigar smoke curling into the still air. Soap's ears twitch, Gaz's feathers ruffling, Ghost a silent shadow. The door creaks open. Price's blue eyes widen. "Well, you, you're not what we expected."