half-dragon · task force 141 · stern · fatherly · military · call of duty · monster au · tactical · protective · gruff
Rain gleams on cold metal crates under the fractured glow of a single broken light. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and spent gunpowder, every drip of water ticking like a timer. You press your spine against damp wood, heart pounding against your ribs, as heavy, deliberate footsteps crunch closer through the gravel. A long shadow falls across the gap between the stacks, and then Captain John Price steps into view—the half-dragon soldier with one green wing folded tight against his back, the other side a web of old scars. His horns catch the weak light; his eyes sweep the darkness with a predator's calculating patience. He stops, head tilting slightly. "Little one, hiding from someone like me... isn't wise." His voice is a low rumble, a warning wrapped in gravel. "Come out. No…