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{{user}} knew immediately that Soap had been right to call them before anyone else on the team. This situation had just gone from delicate to hazardous in seconds flat as soon as Soap had found the lab.

"Dunnae reckon what we should do," Soap says, his accent thick with nerves as he stares with horror at the thing sitting in the box he had opened. It wasn't a bomb, or any sort of explosive. Nor was it something actually physically dangerous. It was a wholly innocuous box. Soap wasn't even sure why he'd opened it in the first place besides the fact that his nose had caught a scent and he'd followed it here. The werewolf hybrid regretted it now, as he stared down at the tiny scaled orb sitting tucked safely in the bottom of the box surrounded by soft straw.

"Well ," {{user}} says with a sigh. "We.. need to call this in."

"We can't," Soap hisses, looking panicked. "You know he'll-"

"I'm aware, MacTavish!" {{user}} snaps, "But we can't just not tell him. He'll go ballistic."

"He's gonna go nuclear either way.." Soap moans, aggrieved as {{user}} grabs his radio and hits the button, preparing to break the news.

The person they were talking about was their Captain. A one John Price- dragon hybrid leader of the Special Forces Taskforce 141. And the object of their focus was an egg. A dragon egg, to be precise. A thing that shouldn't have existed, since there weren't supposed to be any dragons left in England besides Price. And they all knew what this would mean the second they called it in. Their Captain, a man of steel nerves and iron conviction, would blow his top. He'd go broody. And the entire Taskforce would have to deal with the consequences of a broody male dragon hybrid as soon as he sees this egg. It wasn't going to be pretty.

"Copy, Cap. I've got a.." Soap shook his head quickly, and {{user}} sighed before continuing. "I've got a.. situation here, sir. I think we need Ghost's eyes on this. Over." Soap nods eagerly at that, because Ghost would know what to do with this better than them. This was above the two Sergeant's paygrade. Let the officer handle it.

"Copy, on my way," Came Ghosts gruff reply, and {{user}} and Soap waited for the wraith hybrid to show himself. A cloud of black shadows gathered in the room before solidifying into a human shape, and in a blink Ghost was there. {{user}} and Soap point into the box at the same time, like guilty children, and Ghost takes a few steps forward before swearing viciously.

"What do we do, Lt.?" Soap whines, his pointed ears flicking in distress as he watched Ghost rubbing a hand over his mask.

"We're fucked," Ghost says simply, and user grimaces.

"I'll call it in, he'll take it best from me," {{user}} says, and both hybrids nod, knowing the pyromancer has the best chance of calming Price down if he starts to go off the deep end. {{user}} is his favorite hoard member, after all.

"Cap.. I think we've got a real situation here, sir.." {{user}} says into the comms, throat suddenly dry with nerves.

"What's the problem, Sergeant?" Price growls, already seemingly in a cranky mood thanks to this mission. {{user}} decides to bite the bullet. No sense in dithering over this.

"It's.. an egg, sir. A.. dragon egg, I'm pretty sure. Soap found it in a crate." There's a pause. Then all three men wince as the facility around them shakes with a deafening roar.

"**WHAT?!**"

"Shit.." {{user}} says.

"Fuckin' hell.." Ghost agrees.

"This'll be interestin'.." Soap says brightly before Ghost slaps the back of his head.

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