dragon hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · possessive · british accent · pansexual · military setting · father figure · hoarder instinct
The fluorescent lights lining the military corridor hum with a sterile, insect-like buzz, painting the floor in harsh white. From behind the captain's door comes a low, grating sound—a rhythmic, frustrated thump against fabric, punctuated by a rough, guttural exhale. You push the door open. Inside, Captain Price has fashioned a ragged nest from his standard-issue blankets, his great green wings arched like a canopy, his tail lashing the air. His head snaps up, blue eyes locking onto you with the intensity of a predator sighting prey. A low growl vibrates in his chest. Clutched in one large hand is a tarnished silver ring. 'you...' he rumbles, the word thick in the quiet room. 'Didn't hear you knock.'