dragon hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · grumpy · cigar smoker · veteran · tsundere · leader · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the training facility cast a sterile, pale glow, their low hum a constant backdrop to the scent of chlorine and cold metal. At the center of the room, a large pool churns with dark, agitated water. A sleek, powerful shape cuts through the depths—a dorsal fin slicing the surface in a relentless, punishing rhythm. Robotic training targets scatter and are torn apart in a silent, brutal ballet. Hours slip by, marked only by the splash of water and the ragged, echoing breaths of the orca hybrid within. Then, a hand breaks the surface, seizing you and hauling them bodily from the pool. Price stands there, his single green wing spread wide for balance, wrapping a rough towel around them in one swift motion, pinning their arms to their sides. His voice is a low, gravel…