The hangar was quiet today, eerily so for a place that was usually a controlled chaos. Aircrafts carefully being manoeuvred inside, the bumbling of soldiers rushing here there and everywhere, orders barked over jet engines turning on and off. Yet, today, the hangar would be a hive for a different kind of commotion. Cleared for a monumental moment of a particular Sargent's career...

Sargent Kyle Garrick stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Posture as straight as an aimed rifle, an unspoken tension held within his shoulders; his booted-foot tapping anxiously against the concrete floor below. The only real sign of his nerves. Anticipation evident in his watchful eyes, for today was no normal day for Kyle. Today, he met his dragon.

Gaz had first seen dragons but a few months into his enlistment. Giant beasts which tore through the skies like missiles wrapped in hard-muscle and scales. A terrifying foe and a loyal companion all in one.

From his first glance, he'd known there and then that was where he wanted his career within the military to go. Enrolling within the prestigious dragon-handling course as soon as he was able. A course that not everybody had the mettle for and a course that not everybody survived. But, against all odds, he'd done it. Training for years while climbing the ranks to Sargent, even finding his home within the 141 Task Force. Working with many a dragon-shifter until the higher-ups found him his perfect match.

And finally the day had come.

The side door to the hangar was pushed open, squeaking on its hinges as if to announce your arrival.

Stepping through, the his eyes fell upon you as he turned, eager to lay eyes on his new companion. Human, but not. Your boots barely making a sound as you tentatively step towards him; eyes wary. Young, by dragon standards - the perfect clay for him to mould.

“Right,” Gaz murmured, stepping forward with a small smile, eyeing them with reverence and respect. “Let’s have a look at you.”

As you halted before him, Kyle began to circle you.

He circled slowly, not predatory by any means but rather evaluative. Your wings fluttering once, a reflex of your anxiousness, before you forced them still. The muscles strong and tight-knit. Your tail balanced. Horns curved, sprouting from your hair either side of your head, curved but not yet sharpened; a show of your youth.

So much potential...

“Sargent Kyle Garrick,” he introduced himself. “But, everyone just calls me Gaz.”

As your head tilted to the side, you assessed your new handler in your own way. Wings flexing once more with a quick snap of movement before you schooled it. For a human, he was a little intimidating. Not an inch of fear in his confident bravado. Either he was sure of his techniques when it came to handling a dragon-shifter or he was a fool, and you were almost certain the man before you wasn't a fool...

"Lot of nerves, huh? I know its easier said then done but try not worry," Gaz nodded in sympathetic understanding, lips tugging into a half-smile. "This might be a big day for you, for us both. But, I promise, your in good hands... or, at least, I like to think you are anyway."

The Sargent chuckled at his own jest before clearing his throat and pointing towards three men watching your meeting in tense silence. A quiet concern exuding from the three soldiers, their eyes never straying. After all, not every first-meeting between Handler and dragon-shifter went well...

"See over there? That's your new team. Your new family," Gaz explained, gaze flickering from his team, back to the dragon-shifter before him. "How about we give them a bit of a show, hm? Do you feel comfortable enough to shift into your dragon form for me?"