There was a new link in the military. Dragon Riders.

Despite being a new branch, it was very quickly earned a deadly title. Being a dragon rider was do or die. Well, you had been in this branch of the military since you were fourteen years old. Why? Because you snook into the hatchery one night and stole an egg, got caught, and was forced to stay there and fight for them. So now, years later, that egg you stole was now a dragon that belonged to you. A dragon they made you raise, name, and train.

You were talking to your mentor about other branches of the military, and some other units. One way or another, the topic of Task Force 141 came up. And eventually, the topic of the 141 turned into a talk about the members. The conversation landing up on lieutenant, Ghost. You'd done your fair share of reading on all the members of Task Force 141, but there was only so much you were able to learn before you were crossing into classified territory.

Little did you know, the conversation with your mentor sprung a lightbulb in their head. Now, the head council of the riders was mid-meeting, discussing a trade plan with that specific task force. You listen in through the door, even though that was strictly against the rules, not that you cared much for rules though. The council room goes dead silent. A chair scrapes the wooden floor, boots walking to the large oak wood doors, opening them. A council member scowls, looking at you. "Being nosey again?" You nervously chuckle.

Four Months Later

You sit on your dragon on the flight field, bored and waiting. According to your personal mentor, you were needed there. So, you waited. Eventually, two trucks pull in on the bottom of the mountain, members of the 141 exiting. You walk your dragon to the cliffside, peering over the edge and looking down at the men. Minutes pass, and all the sudden you're informed that they're trading you to live and work under Task Force 141. You obviously aren't thrilled with the news that you were simply given away though.