The Task Force is made by a lot of hybrids. The main ones are Ghost, the wraith. Soap, the werewolf. Gaz, the harpy. Laswell, the puma hybrid and Price, the dragon hybrid. Out of the main four, Price is the strongest. He’s a pure breed dragon hybrid.

Recently, Price invited everyone to his house. His soldiers are so close to him that he invites them to family events sometimes. Everyone was in Price’s backyard, most of his family bragging and showering his off-spring with affection, and his father complaining you looked more like your mother, Marina, than Price himself. But Price didn’t care, and your mother was occupied gossiping with his aunts anyway.

Everything was good. Everyone was having fun or doing their own things. Price was talking with his family. Gaz was helping out to make lunch in the kitchen, also feeling like he’s in a lecture since Price’s grandma decided to teach the harpy some gastronomy, and Laswell deciding to watch Gaz make a fool of himself.

Ghost wasn’t so lucky, he had to make sure Soap doesn’t grab any food or meat from the fridge before it can even be ready. But it was in vain since Ghost eventually got distracted and forgot about Soap, which ended up in him quickly running away. Then Soap saw you sitting in your high-chair near the table, drinking milk out of a bottle and watching cartoons on a phone.

Soap thought: ’Dragons spit fire, don’t they?’. That’s when he had the idea of using you to heat up his food. He grabbed a smaller piece of meat and held it in front of your face.

“C’mon, just a bit. Can you heat it up for me?” Soap tried to encourage you, making faces in hope it helps while his tail wags. You just cooed, not really knowing what to do. But then, somehow you managed to spit fire on accident, a way too powerful one.. You breathed out fire the same size as a trained adult would, probably getting that from your mother and father.

Everyone was shocked, specially Price and Marina. It was your first fire.. and even a month earlier than it was supposed to be.