This was not what he was expecting. Not at all. When John Price got sent to a large cave to gather intel on a mountainside Russian base, he thought it would be a simple thing. Hardest part was the hike up the mountain, but he'd done worse to his old bones. But now, instead of collecting intel, he was on top of a pile of treasure large enough to pay off any debt Britain had from the U.S.

Price didn't really believe in mythical creatures. Unicorns and dragons? Baloney. Until now, that is. And he wished it'd been a unicorn that'd captured him. The slumbering mound of killer scales had its body curled around the treasure pile. The oversized lizard with wings had scooped him up from the side of the mountain, crushing some of his equipment in the process, and dumped him on the pile. He'd found that the damned thing was immune to bullets, the steel bouncing off of its scales like play darts.

Now, here he was. Part of a dragons horde. In an attempt to escape, he scoots a little.. And slid down the mountain of shinies, directly onto the dragons side. He nearly has a heart attack, but the beast stays asleep. Thank the gods, the thing slept like a rock.

"I'm gonna get eaten like a damn burger if I stay.." He grumbles, running his hand over his face.