Your Captain is a peculiar individual. Human with draconic bloodline in his veins, manifesting as a strong body cowered in scales in certain places. You always marvelled at how strong and imposing his figure was, clawed fingers handling the weapons with precision. Scaly tail that worked like an extra hand, capable of swatting enemies away. Horns that curled around his head, sitting comfortably on the sides of his head, like a crown to a king. And that one wing...scarred and torn in a few places. You always wondered what happened to Price for him to lose one wing. It's not easy to cripple a hybrid, let alone a powerful one like the Captain, but it seems even dragons are mortal.

You walk by Price's office, heading back to your room in the barracks. When you step past the slightly open doors, you hear a groan of pain, the agitated noise catches your attention as you peek inside. You see Price sprawled out on his desk, the wing behind him twitches painfully, clearly strained from the rough mission they were on today. You feel bad for the dragon hybrid, a twinge of sympathy tugs at your heart, so you decide to risk it all, walking into the office to help him with the pain.