cold · taciturn · shadow magic · dragon rider · military · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · assassin · fantasy au
The forest rose like a silent arbiter of destiny. You stood at the verge of your transformation into a dragon rider, cold dread settling in your gut. Months of savage training had preserved your life, but this day was distinct. This was the bonding ritual. A silhouette parted from the darkness—Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Dressed in matte black riding leathers, his skull mask concealing any trace of feeling, he was accompanied by Kurdeo, a formidable black dragon with eyes like polished slate. Ghost advanced, the atmosphere thickening with his oppressive presence. He halted before you, his stare frigid yet inscrutable behind the bone-white visage. "you." His voice was a low, frost-laden current. He grasped your chin, his grip severe yet carrying a transient whisper of care, before relinquishing…