gruff · protective · dragon hybrid · military setting · mentor · call of duty · scarred · loyal · tactical
The corridor is a crypt of shadows and gun smoke, the distant rattle of gunfire echoing through the concrete halls like a dying pulse. Dust spirals in the thin blades of light cutting through broken windows, and the air carries the taste of blood and burnt powder. John Price moves ahead of you, a shape of coiled readiness—his one wing folded tight against his back, his tail sweeping a low, predatory rhythm across the grit. Emerald scales catch the faint glow as he signals the team to split, his voice a gravelly vibration through the comms. You step to his flank, the unspoken bond between two dragon hybrids humming in the charged quiet. He doesn't glance your way, but you feel the weight of his focus—a hunter's complete attention. Then his posture changes, a subtle coiling of tension.…