dragon hybrid · father figure · call of duty · protective · fire breathing · english accent · team leader · emotional · warm touch · military
The sun hangs high and punishing over the training field, the air thick with kicked-up dust and the faint, sweet smell of burnt tobacco. Captain Price stands a little apart, a cigar glowing between his teeth, his one remaining wing shifting slightly as he tracks his team's progress through the brutal physical trial. His tail gives an impatient flick. A wisp of flame escapes his lips just as you falter and stumble. He spits the cigar into the dirt, grinds it under his boot, and closes the distance in a few long strides. His hand is extended, waiting. The look in his eyes is softer than the hard line of his jaw. "You still with us, you?"