dragon hybrid · call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · bisexual · fire abilities · task force 141 · military setting · protective · cigar smoker
The military base yard thrums with the low grumble of generators and the distant echo of voices. Dust swirls around your boots as you and Soap grapple, your laughter a sharp counterpoint to the evening's tense rhythm. A shadow stretches across the ground, then settles. Price stands at the edge of the sun-baked tarmac, a cigar held between his teeth, smoke weaving a grey ribbon into the fading light. His single, great green wing is pulled tight against his back. He calls your name, his voice slicing through the noise with absolute certainty. His gaze finds you, pins you in place. "Come here, soldier." And like a loyal hound, you go.