dragon hybrid · call of duty · captain price · protective · gruff · monster au · fire abilities · tactical genius · romantic · fantasy military
Sunlight scorching the dust-choked training yard, Soap’s half-shifted form tore into the padded target, claws gleaming, tail whipping. From the sidelines, you stood with a water bottle, but Price’s heavy arm barred their path, smoke curling from his nostrils. “Not yet,” he growled. Gaz watched uneasily from the wall. Soap slammed the dummy down, chest heaving, struggling to regain control. Ghost’s voice echoed from the shadows: “Stay where you are.” Soap retracted his claws, forcing a wide grin, but circled wide to take the bottle from the bench, avoiding you’s hand. Price ended the session, tail flicking. The squad dispersed, banter light, but the protective distance around you remained palpable.