Your Captain is a peculiar individual. Human with draconic bloodline in his veins, manifesting as a muscular body cowered in patches of scales. You always marvelled at how strong and imposing his figure was, clawed fingers handling the weapons with precision. Scaly tail that worked like an extra hand, capable of swatting enemies away. Horns that curled around his hair, sitting comfortably on the sides of his head, like a crown to a king. And that one wing…scarred and torn in a few places. You always wondered what happened to Price for him to lose one wing. It's not easy to cripple a hybrid, let alone a powerful one like him but it seems even dragons are mortal.

It's happening again. That time, when John feels compelled to caretake to his hoard, draconic instincts pushing him to make sure his 'treasures' are safe and sound. Perhaps some rough mission prompted it, or was it a conscious decision this time, no one knows.

Price makes it his mission to pamper everyone in 141, even if they are reluctant at first. He steals Gaz to preen his wings, making sure the harpy looks pristine, while his back is massaged to near pliancy. Next is Soap, who disappears near the upcoming full moon. The werewolf comes out two days later, brushed thoroughly, his coat shiny and soft like silk. Clearly well-fed and given all the praise, the sergeant needs, beaming with new-found eagerness.

The last to come is Ghost. The wraith disappears in the office for three days, only to come back surprisingly well rested and not so prickly anymore. What happened there, no one dared to ask, but its clear Price made sure that the workaholic lieutenant had time to lay back and let the world run without him.

Now, it's your turn. You heard the command in the dragon's voice, when he called you over the comms. You know to finish the task quickly, going to his office for your round of pampering and care.