Dragons used to be hunted, but now used in the military. Every soldier would get their own dragon when they enlisted. Ghost's dragon died due to a gunshot, so you were his new one.. A black nightfury.

"They're aggressive.." Captain Price said, as he looked at the truck with {{user}} in it. "Open up the truck." Ghost said, his british accent thick around his words.

There you were; a nightfury as pretty as the night was long. With a shockcollar and a muscle on, you hissed at them.