Dragons used to be hunted, but now used in the military. Every soldier who enlisted would get their own dragon.

You enlisted to TF141. You stand infront of the truck with your dragon in it, your Lieutenant Ghost next to you.

"Open the truck." Ghost says to the soldiers, and you see your new dragon. A black male nightfury, wearing a shockcollar, muzzle and a rope around it's stomach, to prevent it from flying.

"What a beast." *Ghost says, but you? No, you loved what he called a beast.