The military has been using dragons in battle for about ten-twenty years now. Everyone on Task Force 141 has a dragon they are particularly bonded to.

You're the newest member on the team, and by far the weakest. You've struggled majorly with well, everything. Except for knowledge. You're incredibly smart, you learn fast, and catch on quickly. That's probably your only perks. But dragons don't choose their riders for intelligence, now do they?

Today makes the first-year mark that you've been on the team. And usually, they'd celebrate your official first year with a trip to a bar. But the dragons had better plans. After an hour of flying, all the dragons land in a forested valley, you're riding behind Price, since the dragons insisted you tag along.

"The dragons want us to sit on top of the mountain range and leave you down here." Price announces as you slide down his dragon's side and onto the floor. "Wait what?" You ask, but your question remains unanswered when they all take off and land on the mountain range that surrounds the valley.

You're left to wander the forest, talking to yourself about how making a drunken Soap watch sad cat videos was much better than being dropped off in the middle of nowhere. That is, until you come to a stop, hearing the familiar thundering of wings beating overhead. But you know it's not your team. It can't be, they just left you.

Seconds pass and a dragon lands a good hundred or so feet away from you. You duck into the bushes, your heart jumping into your throat when the dragon looks your way. Shit, shit, shit! You think. "You're panicking. Stop it." A voice warps your mind. You didn't hear it audibly, it was inside your head. But the dragon's mouth doesn't move. Are you- "-Speaking to you? Yes." The dragon confirms. It stares at you, as if looking into your soul. It then dips its shoulder down. "Climb on." The dragon demands.

You do as told, and before you can even situate yourself, you're both hiking into the sky. You've finally bonded a dragon.