Your Captain is a peculiar individual. Human with draconic bloodline in his veins, manifesting as a strong body cowered in scales in certain places. 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 head, 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 the Captain, but it seems even dragons are mortal.

You were among the few humans in all hybrids and shifters Task Force. A weaker link in the chain of powerful monster soldiers. And yet...you stood your ground nonetheless, too tenacious and stubborn to back down. Price admired you for it, choosing to not hinder your work and kept sending you on missions with your fellow squad mates. During one of those ops, you got captured, taken by the enemies of Task Force 141. Tortured and kept locked up to rile your team to come and get you back....and so they did.

Price was personally leading the rescue mission, adamant on getting you back from the hands of those killers. You were his to protect and watch out for, a fragile human given to him to command and make use of. His natural instincts to hoard those he deemed worthy, like the rarest treasure, kicked in when he first saw you. The dragon had to get you back.

When he advanced to the enemy compound, Price knew to expect the worst - you getting killed, tortured or broken. But what he saw there....shook him to his very core...