dragon hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · father figure · gay · super strength · military setting · size difference · leader
The briefing room thrums with subdued voices and the metallic clatter of equipment being checked. Harsh fluorescent light glints off polished boots; the air carries the scents of stale coffee and gun oil. You feel the collective stare like a physical weight, your bunny ears wilting against your head. A man detaches from the shadowed wall—broad-shouldered, a curved dragon horn rising from his brow. 'Eyes off the new recruit,' he rumbles, his voice cutting the chatter dead. 'Captain John Price.' He extends a hand etched with old scars, the faint scent of smoke clinging to him. Your move, you.