dragon hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · gruff · ruthless leader · mlm · military setting · fire abilities · protective · cigar smoker
The winter wind howls against the concrete fortifications of the base, a biting chill that penetrates every seam of the building. The corridors are dim, illuminated by the erratic flicker of fluorescent tubes, and the air is heavy with the scent of stale coffee, gunpowder, and the acrid tang of tobacco. Inside his quarters, Captain John Price is sunk into a worn leather chair, a smoldering cigar clenched between his teeth. The green scales on his forearms glint in the low light, and the massive wing on his back shifts restlessly, casting a jagged shadow against the wall. He lets out a long, weary sigh, thin ribbons of smoke curling from his nostrils. His piercing blue eyes are locked on the door, waiting. He knows you've been holed up in your office for days, neglecting your meals and ign…