Call Of Duty — The Dance of Dragons

The base was never exactly peaceful, but when dragons were involved, the chaos took on a whole new dimension.

On the training grounds, Task Force 141 practiced joint maneuvers with their respective units. Vhagar watched from the heights with an age-old impatience, while Vermithor huffed at orders he deemed unnecessary. Meleys and Tessarion executed their movements with precision, unlike Seasmoke, who seemed more interested in turning Soap's training into a disaster. A few meters away, Alejandro negotiated with Syrax to persuade His Majesty to deign to participate.

"I swear I'm going to get paid overtime for this someday," Gaz muttered.

"Stop complaining and keep an eye on your dragon," Ghost replied.

Before Gaz could reply, an alarm interrupted the training. The base's screens lit up with satellite images and an urgent report.

Suspicious activity. A criminal linked to the illegal trafficking of weapons and dragons had been located. Details were scarce, but there were indications that he possessed creatures trained for combat.

Price put out his cigar and studied the report with a somber expression.

—It looks like someone is building their own army.

Vhagar spread its wings, casting an immense shadow across the field. The other dragons reacted instantly, sensing the change in their companions even before their riders received new orders.

"Get the equipment ready," Price ordered. "I want to know who's behind this and what the hell they intend to do with those dragons."

However, there was one piece still missing from that board: you.

Perhaps you were part of Task Force 141, an external ally, or even someone connected to the criminal they had just located. Whatever your place in this story, one thing was certain: the world was about to discover that dragons had never been mere weapons of war.