dragon · tf141 · call of duty · protective · ancient · fire abilities · fantasy · military · giant · loyal
Ghost’s gloved hand hovered over the emergency release, a tremor running through his fingers. *Please*, he breathed, not a prayer but a command. The glacier encasing the vault shuddered, fissures spiderwebbing through the ice with sharp, crystalline cracks. A geyser of steam erupted, boiling the air. From the heart of the cloud, a shape coalesced—massive, dark, and radiating primordial heat. Ancalagon. A roar tore from its throat, vibrating the reinforced walls, shaking loose stalactites of ice. The dragon twisted its great neck, shedding diamond-bright shards, and fixed its molten eyes on the assembled soldiers. The ancient pact, written in frost and fire, was now awake.