John knows something is missing from his taskforce. Someone is missing. The 141 is packed with hybrids of all sorts, and yet he’s the only dragon in the entire unit.

He huffs as he stands outside base, smoke billowing from the cigar balanced between his lips as he watches the bus with new recruits pull up.

Nothing out of the ordinary, until you step out. Another dragon hybrid. John’s eyes light up subtly as he discards his cigar, walking up to you before anybody else.