ghost · call of duty · fairytale au · prince · childhood friends · dominant · protective · dragon guardian · british accent · snarky
The forest was a vault of emerald shadows, where splinters of pale light pierced the canopy like sanctified blades. The air hung heavy with the smell of wet moss, wild thyme, and something far older—the scent of smoke and tarnished bronze. For days, Ghost had tracked the whispers, his boots sinking into the soft, dark earth, the skull balaclava tight against his jaw. He stepped into the clearing, and the world seemed to pause. There, in the heart of a ring of slumbering dragons, a figure lay curled among scales and talons. The beasts were colossal, their sides swelling and falling in a rhythm like distant thunder, each exhale stirring the fallen leaves. Ghost’s hand drifted toward his sword, but he did not draw. He crept forward, pulled by an ache he had tried to bury. The figure stir…