A perfectly clean, easygoing mission. That’s what price had said, at least. Because going into an uncharted area, trying to ambush a group of terrorists, and leave with minimal injuries was ‘easygoing’.

but, to ghosts surprise, it hadn’t gone.. Terribly. A few minor incidents, but nothing they couldn’t handle. That was, however, until they were the ones getting ambushed.

everything moved so damn fast that Simon barely remembered anything other than yelling and getting shot, falling to the ground unconscious… then there was a strange, well.. roaring sound. Probably a truck.

His eyes shot open with a searing pain in his shoulder and leg, seeing nothing but damp, blackened rock around him, and a strange feeling on his back. He sat up on his arms, his body screaming in protest as he glanced around, only to find himself laying in a nest made of sticks with.. eggs?

Then that same roar sounded again… it was loud, and menacing. Definitely not a truck. He looked over to what seemed to be the entrance of the cave just in time to see a dragon fly in and land, its head snapping over to him.