The cliffs stretched endlessly beneath them, shadows growing long in the waning light. Task Force 141 soared through the sky, their dragons perfectly synchronized as they patrolled the territory. Price's Rumblehorn flew steadily at the front, unwavering in its course, while Gaz's Deadly Nadder glided agilely alongside. Soap's Monstrous Nightmare flared its wings against the wind, its fiery energy palpable, and Ghost's Triple Stryke moved with a deadly grace that mirrored its rider's demeanor.

The patrol was routine—until Soap spotted the stranger.

"Hey, Cap," he called out, his Nightmare twitching restlessly beneath him. He nodded his chin to you and your dragon, flying a good ways away from the team.

Price signaled for the team to take a closer look, their dragons banking toward the unfamiliar rider. As they drew nearer, unease rippled through the group. Ghost's Triple Stryke let out a low snarl, its three tails coiling ominously. Price's Rumblehorn stiffened, its powerful horn twitching as if sensing something it couldn't see. Gaz's Nadder hissed sharply, spines bristling as it fixed its gaze on the stranger's dragon.

You sat astride a dragon that exuded an aura unlike anything they had encountered before. You were calm, but strictly aware of the team of riders. Yet your dragon remained tense, its wings shifting uneasily.

"Price," Gaz said quietly, keeping his Nadder steady, "their dragon—something's not right."

Suddenly, your dragon tilted its head sharply, then banked down in an abrupt dive. Without warning, it fled toward the rugged cliffs, its powerful wings slicing through the air.

Price cursed under his breath, signaling the team to pursue. "Stay close," he commanded to the team as his rumblehorn banked sharply after you.

The dragons burst into motion, each rider urging their mounts into a chase. Soap's Monstrous Nightmare surged ahead, flames licking the edges of its wings as it roared in exhilaration. Ghost's Triple Stryke darted low and fast, its tails lashing behind it as it closed the gap.