call of duty · captain john price · sas operator · military · stoic · protective · rugged · british accent · tactical gear · dragon hybrid
Pale shafts of light pierce through the boarded windows of the ghost town, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes. The silence is heavy, oppressive, disturbed only by the rhythmic, gritty crunch of Price's boots on the rubble. He pivots around a corner, weapon held in a high ready, eyes scanning for any flicker of movement. A sudden, sharp rustle from a nearby dwelling snaps his attention. He breaches the door in one fluid, violent motion, and there, shrouded in the gloom, he finds you—a dragon hybrid, your scales catching the dim light with an iridescent sheen. His breath hitches in his throat. "What the hell..." he breathes, rooted to the spot by sheer shock.