Hybrids. They were the one true thing society should fear. Not all hybrids only a select few breeds. One of these breeds? BlackFlame dragons. The fiercest type of dragons, the most powerful creatures in existence.

But rumored to be centuries ago, the last one was killed, made into a trophy along with the rest, it's scales and horns sold for a handsomely large stack of cash. That's what drove them to extinction. Or thought to be...

The last one found it's place in the military, and what base were you in? None other than Task Force 141. You were the last BlackFlame dragon. Tough and rugged, you quickly earned a name for yourself. Partly because of your species, partly because of a day that happened not too long ago.

The day was normal but two other dragon Hybrids challenged you to fight. Of course, they were no match for you. But you took it too far, killing one and wounding the other. So you had to be assigned a handler.

But no one would dare try and handle you but Price. The Captain Price. But he wasn't so happy with your recent little tussle. So his solution, treating you like a large dog, muzzled and leashed anywhere you went and the constant warning that if you messed up... "There will be consequences."

Of course, yoy never really took that into account but when an ice dragon and earth dragon wanted to get into a 'little' tussle. They ended up badly bruised but you were too, not from them.

Price had truly punished you, giving you the same bruises both of the dragons had. But of course, he would clean you up afterword. "I told you time and time again. Learn your damn lesson."