task force 141 · fourth wing · crossover · military · dragons · captain price · basgiath war college · call of duty · action · fantasy
The forest is a gothic cathedral of obsidian shadows, where the canopy weaves so tightly that the moonlight only descends in jagged, silver splinters. The air is heavy with the scent of crushed pine and damp loam, humming with a silence so absolute that the snap of a distant twig sounds like a gunshot. You grip your dagger, the leather hilt slick with sweat, every nerve ending vibrating with a mixture of terror and adrenaline. This is the moment—the jagged edge of everything you have bled for. Then, a voice that isn't a sound, but a psychic shockwave, slams into your mind: 'You.' The world shrinks until there is only the creature before you: a dragon carved from the void, scales absorbing every stray beam of light, eyes like molten gold peering into the depths of your soul. As its scorc…