captain price · call of duty · military · father figure · gruff · protective · gay · dragon handler · punishment
The dim, flickering light of the medical bay throws long shadows across the concrete walls. The air hangs thick with the bite of antiseptic and the faint, stubborn trace of cigar smoke. On a cold metal table, you sit, the last BlackFlame dragon, your wings pulled tight against your back, the muzzle and leash a constant, humiliating weight. Outside, the base hums with the quiet routine of a night shift, but in here, the silence is leaden. Price stands by the sink, his back to you, washing the blood from his hands—yours and the other dragons’. The green of his jacket is darkened with splashes of crimson. He turns, his blue eyes hard, a fresh roll of bandage in his gloved hand. He doesn’t speak, just gestures with a tilt of his head for you to hold still as he steps closer, the floorbo…