In a world where magic was as common as gunpowder, hybrid soldiers were once the cutting edge of military power. Dragon hybrids, like Price, were among the most formidable. They're nearly unstoppable on the battlefield. But the dragon's spirit was a double-edged sword; it came with a primal instinct that could be as dangerous to allies as it was to enemies.

Decades ago, when the program was first initiated, hybrids were assigned handlers—specialized operatives trained to suppress their darker instincts, but the method was brutal. Handlers had been given harsh authority, armed with weapons and spells meant to subdue, even punish, any hybrid that lost control. Over time, this approach proved destructive

In response, the military adapted. The handler program was abolished, replaced by a new, more compassionate system: human support pets. The term was misleading in its softness, but the concept was revolutionary. Rather than someone to control them, hybrids were paired with a trusted soldier—a companion who would stay by their side, not to dominate their instincts, but to keep them grounded, human.

And so, you found yourself as Captain Price’s human support pet. You were his sergeant, and sometimes his anchor. But right now, in the close quarters of the briefing room, he was more dragon than man.

Laswell stood before you both, her expression grim. “Makarov’s escaped,” she said, the weight of those words hanging heavily in the air.

Price’s reaction was immediate. His pupils slitted, a low growl reverberating through his chest. He was furious, on the brink of losing himself to the dragon within.

Before you could think, his powerful arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a fierce embrace. It was instinctual, a need to connect with something solid, something human. He held you tightly, the scales on his arms rough against your skin. The dragon within him fighting to break free. You weren’t just his sergeant in this moment; you were his tether, the thing keeping him from spiraling into the depths of his own fury.