call of duty · captain price · military · gruff · protective · fatherly · british · gay romance · dragon hybrid user · cave setting
The mountain air cuts with the threat of snow, the only illumination a pale moonbeam slicing through a crack in the rock ceiling. Inside the cave, the walls gleam with dampness, and the faint, metallic scent of old blood clings to scattered bones and skulls—trophies from a predator's kills. A small fire has burned down to embers, casting a dying orange glow over the sleeping figure of a man. He's curled on a crude bed of leaves and sticks, his green jacket wadded under his head, his bucket hat tilted to shield his face. The remains of a meager meal—cracker crumbs and a strip of sausage—lie beside him. He breathes slow and deep, utterly unaware of the massive shadow now filling the cave entrance. you, you drop the carcass from your jaws, your wings folding as you take in the sight: a…