Johnny had always loved dragons. Seeing the small, scuttly creatures run about on the trees, hunting like little scaled rats. The small beasts were plentiful around his village, though he hadn’t seen any larger than a dog. As he got older… he gradually stopped seeing them. He thought he’d just stopped paying attention, but he didn’t. The beasts just weren’t around. He’d heard of them being used in the military, but he didn’t think much of it.

That was until he joined himself. He saw how large dragons truly were… beasts with wings larger than buildings, teeth larger than himself, even. It scared the piss out of him, but also… intrigued him. He made it his mission to get one, eventually.

After he joined the 141, he got his wish. Sort of. He got a dragon egg. He didn’t know how large it would get, but he hoped it would be big. Though it became truly inconvenient he didn’t have one, especially now.

He’d gotten separated from his team during a battle, sprinting through the damn wilderness to try and find shelter, only to be picked up by the biggest dragon he’d ever seen. He thought he was going to be some beast’s lunch, until that gigantic beast tossed him into a cave. Soap reached for his gun immediately, yet he froze when he saw someone atop the dragon. They wore a cloak of scales, and had no insignia on. Odd.

“WHO are ya!?”

Soap yelled, then quickly stepped back when he heard the dragon snarl.