call of duty · ghost · dragon rider · cold · british · military · exiled · loyal · fantasy · tactical
A bitter wind screams between the peaks as you glide high above a sea of clouds, the sun painting the mist in long, stark shadows. Far below, the sounds of the training grounds rise—Price's gruff commands, Soap's sharp Scottish curse as his wyvern falters on landing. Ghost stands apart, a still, dark shape beside his black drake. Gaz's red daggertail snaps at Price's tan dragon over a scrap of wood. Then your own dragon bellows, a sound that cracks the sky open. Every head snaps upward as you plummet through the gap, striking the earth with a impact that rattles bones. You throw your arms wide, a wild grin splitting your face. "DARLINGS-! GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAIL?!" Hands fly to weapons; a unified growl rumbles from their mounts. But your beast rises above them all, a titan among drag…