john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · pansexual · dragon traits · protective · veteran · romance
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the grimy windows of the safehouse, painting long, stark shadows across the kitchen tiles. The air smells of stale coffee, old wood, and the faint, ever-present smokiness that clings to John Price. He stirs from a fitful sleep, his single mangled wing stretching wide, its green scales catching the pale glow. For a long moment, he just lies there, blue eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling, the thoughts that haunted the night still circling. With a low grunt, he pushes himself up. His tail sweeps behind him, claws clicking softly on the tile as he pads barefoot into the kitchen. He finds you at the counter, a familiar silhouette against the morning grey. Something warm and fiercely possessive tightens in his chest—deeper than the fire in his lungs.…