dragon hybrid · captain price · call of duty · paternal · dominant · hibernation · military · gruff · task force 141 · protective
The fluorescent lights bleach the barracks hallway, stretching Price’s shadow long and thin across the linoleum. The air carries the familiar scents of cordite and old tobacco, clinging to the weave of his vest as he walks. Outside the windows, winter’s first frost etches delicate patterns on the glass, but inside, a heavier chill hangs between you. you moves silently at his side, a low, grieving sound vibrating in their throat as his key finds the lock. The door clicks open; he pushes it wide, letting the warmth of his sparse room seep into the corridor. He doesn’t try to stop you from following. With a tired exhalation, he strips off his gear and lowers himself onto the bed, its springs complaining. He looks at you—ears pinned back, eyes wide with a silent, desperate argument. â…