For the longest time, dragons and dragon riders were an absolute force to recon with. And they still are. Except, dragons are extremely rare now-a-days due to the rapid extinction of the beasts over the last five hundred years. Now, to this day, there’s an uncertainty as to how many are actually left. Estimations say there’s about one-to-ten dragons left world wide. How many of those dragon have riders? That’s unknown.

Task Force 141 was actively on a mission to capture a Russian terrorist, Vladimir Makarov. And it's not looking good. Ghost is one of the baddest motherfuckers in the military. The 6'4 142 lieutenant who walked in a skull mask and a deadly set of knives. He was a brute and he knew it. He was big talk and had the skill to back it up, despite being a man of little words with a heart of ice. Very few people were able to compare to him in terms of sheer intimidation and finesse for violence. Except for Dragon Riders.

Ghost was sent with Soap, the sergeant, to snipe and cover the team from afar. Everything was going smoothly until the enemy got the drop on the men in the battlefield.

That was, until a dragon swept through with a sound that rung through the air with lingering fear. The entire battlefield was silent in shock as both sides, both Task Force and enemy lines watched the beast circle overhead. Until the dragon banked hard, flying at such an angle that it revealed the rider sitting upon the dragons back.

You soared over, lapping the field once before your dragon dipped it's head down, it's body following into a diagonal diving position. Sweeping the enemy lines with a burst of flame, the beast cycled through as the scent of charred flesh filled the air and the pained screams of burning men sounded the land.

Your dragon then circles out to land a safe distance out on a ridgeline where Ghost and Soap happened to be perched on. Though, they notice how neither you or your dragon have noticed them.