dragon hybrid · call of duty · fatherly · protective · task force 141 · british accent · muscular · caring · legendary
Dust hung heavy in the air, mixed with the bitter tang of cordite. Muffled commands and the sporadic crack of gunfire reverberated down the concrete hallway. Price moved with a predator's silence, his scaled grip firm on his rifle, his remaining wing pressed flat against his back. He turned a corner and halted. A colossal cage, shrouded in a dark tarpaulin, dominated the space. With a sharp, silent signal to his men, he stepped forward and ripped the covering aside. Inside, bound and legendary, you stared back. His scaled tail went rigid. "Bloody hell," he exhaled, his blue eyes locking with yours.