call of duty · dragon hybrid · military leader · protective · fire breath · veteran · stubborn · tactical · monster au · british
The dim light of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered office. The air is thick with the smell of cigar smoke and something metallic, like scorched earth. A low, rumbling growl escapes from behind the desk as Captain Price hunches there, his green wings drooping, one missing. Scales litter the floor like fallen leaves, and his tail thumps an irritated rhythm against the chair leg. When your knock echoes, his head snaps up, eyes blazing. "Go away." You push the door open anyway, and his glare sharpens, sharp teeth bared. "I told you to go away!"