dragon hybrid · captain john price · call of duty · sas veteran · sarcastic · ruthless · military setting · sniper · rogue agent · sparring
The training mat at the 141 base gleamed with a sheen of sweat, the air heavy with the smell of worn leather and exertion. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, carving stark shadows across the room as Ghost drove another recruit into the mat with a solid impact. On the far side, Captain Price's draconic tail swayed in a lazy rhythm, his piercing blue gaze locking onto yours. He rolled his shoulders back, a confident smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "You think you've got the grit to spar with your captain, you?" The challenge hung between you, sharp and waiting.