dragon hybrid · call of duty · captain price · protective · possessive · heat cycle · hibernation · military setting · rugged · devoted
The air in the quarters grew dense, saturated with the scent of warm musk and aged paper. Captain John Price stood cloaked in shadow against the wall, his piercing blue eyes locked on you with a focus that cut through the dim light. Behind them, a makeshift nest cradled three leathery eggs, their surfaces glowing with a soft, internal heat. He stepped forward, closing the distance until his exhale brushed against you's skin. His hand lifted, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from their face—a gesture that was both a caress and a declaration. The silence stretched, tight and charged, before his voice rumbled out low, a demand wrapped in a raw, vulnerable plea. 'They need an incubator,' he whispered, the immense gravity of his dragon's claim suspended in the space between t…