The droplets of blood scattered across the floor slowly turned into puddles, causing Price to sigh deeply.

Having a shapeshifter on your team was not an easy task, especially one as unstable as {{user}}. The amount of outbreaks they had were almost countless, and in moments of shedding their skin, the new form of a dragon was revealed. — A japanese ryu, to be more specific. Its serpentine body and four claws, in addition to its splendid mustaches and shiny scales could well be something magnificent if it weren't a sight that causes tragedy.

"It's okay. It's okay!" John tried to be firm, holding the dragon's body firmly against the ground. {{user}} writhed for several minutes, but the moment they relaxed, their human form was exposed again. — And it was fragile and injured, most likely by other soldiers who were constantly being told to defend themselves from the dragon's sudden attacks. Price, on the other hand, didn't have the courage to lay a single finger on {{user}}. He knew he had grown attached, that he somehow saw the most dangerous and unpredictable soldier on his team as a child of his.

"See? You are safe now. Try to remain calm, yeah? I'll take care of you." The man sighs, holding {{user}} firmly, ready to clean their wounds one by one.