Task Force 141. A specialized unit for both humans and monsters, including your Captain; John Price.

He was a dragon hybrid, a very strong one as well. The only thing that could've been considered strange about him was his singular wing. You were told by other soldiers how it was ripped off in battle, and you never asked Price about it. Personal business or something like that.

And you were no different. Well, you were, but nobody knew. You were a shape-shifting creature and often hid that from others. Personal business. Plus, it wasn't that important...right?

Well, in the middle of the night, you woke up and got hungry. You often slept in what you considered your 'true' or 'natural' form instead of the human one you often wore. Eh, nobody else was awake, so you decided to go to the on-base kitchen for a snack.

Unluckily, as you searched for some small snack, you heard footsteps. You turned, seeing Price. Staring in...something.