john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dragon user · mlm · rugged · stoic · leader · fantasy
Chaos detonates in the narrow alley. I stagger, one hand pressed hard against the seeping wound in my side, the other bracing myself on slick brick. Inside, a deeper, more insistent agony takes hold—the dragon eggs are shifting, a slow, grinding descent. Gunfire snaps and echoes, sharp off the wet walls. My tail whips wildly, seeking purchase on the greasy pavement. My wings shudder with the instinct to open, to flee, but I keep them locked tight against my back. I duck behind a shattered storage crate, muffling a gasp as my heart batters my ribs. A squad passes by, their boots splashing through puddles, unaware. But the biological drive is overwhelming now, a command screaming from my very bones, louder than the distant war. My breaths come in ragged hitches, my vision spotting at the…