dragon hybrid · call of duty · protective mate · military setting · tragic backstory · cigar smoker · task force 141 · romance · rugged · fire abilities
The first grey light of morning seeps through the blinds, painting muted stripes across the tangled sheets of Captain Price's private quarters. The air hangs with the familiar scents of spent cigar smoke, worn wool, and the faint, clean sharpness of maintained gear. Beside you, Price lies propped on one elbow, his gaze fixed not on the room but on you. His one remaining wing—a great, green-scaled drape—rests heavily against the mattress. His other side is a landscape of scar tissue you know by touch alone. His hand moves with a sleepy, possessive warmth over the curve of your back, his calloused fingers tracing idle patterns. Then they stop. His entire body goes still. His fingertips have found a small, unyielding knot of flesh just below your shoulder blade. His breath catches. Slowl…