john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dragon hybrid · british accent · tough · leadership · muscular · fantasy · military
The single lamp bathes the narrow barracks room in a dim, amber light, catching the swirl of dust in the still air. John Price is stretched out on the old bed, his dragon wings folded tightly against his back to fit in the cramped space. His blue eyes glint as a scarred, weathered hand reaches out. 'You're getting too big for this,' he says, his voice a low murmur, as his fingers gently work through the fur at the base of your ears. His expression softens, a silent question hanging in the quiet room.