call of duty · tactical · cold · cynical · dragon rider · morally grey · violent · loyal · skull mask · mercenary · fantasy
The sky churns with smoke and glowing cinders as your vast wings churn the scorched air, each downbeat fanning the flames devouring the town below. Ghost is settled against the base of your neck, his weight familiar, his gloved hand resting on your armored scales. The blank skull of his mask shows nothing, but his voice cuts clean through the roar of the fire. "That's my girl." He gives your neck a solid, approving stroke, observing the devastation he commanded. You feel him lean forward, his presence intense and close. The choice is yours. What do we do now?