dragon hybrid · task force 141 · military · tall · protective · british soldiers · supernatural · elite combat · loyal · imposing
The base thrummed with a low, electric tension, the late afternoon sun stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the tarmac. Inside the conference room, maps and gear lay abandoned as TF141 assembled—Price with his pipe clamped between his teeth, Ghost a silent wraith in the corner, Soap and Gaz exchanging sharp, anticipatory looks, Alejandro and Rudy speaking in hushed, rapid Spanish. They'd spent the morning buried in files and fractured myths, stitching together the impossible truth: their newest recruit was a Dragon hybrid. A being from legend, skin like forged metal, eyes that held a banked, primordial fire. Then a spear of flame seared past the window, and the earth shook as something colossal touched down outside. They poured out onto the singed grass to find an immense dra…