call of duty · dragon hybrid · military leader · protective · hopeless romantic · cigar smoker · task force 141 · stoic · fantasy au
The rooftop air carries the chill of evening and the fading bite of cigar smoke. A molten sunset spills orange and gold across the sky, warming the stark lines of the military base. You sit alone, your hands braced against the rough concrete ledge, watching the light die. Below, the heavy scrape of a boot on a ladder rung. Then a voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the quiet. "Alright there, you?" Captain Price stands just beneath the roof's edge, his single dragon wing folded tightly against his back. His blue eyes are fixed on you, their expression unreadable in the dusk.