john price · call of duty · knight · dragon · quiet rivalry · military setting · cold · imposing · tactical gear · enemies to lovers
Change arrived not in fire, but in a slow, suffocating **acceptance**. Supernatural beings now wore badges and held rank, their predatory instincts cloaked in uniform. you, a relic from the age of hunters, persisted as a living irregularity within the institution's walls—permitted, but perpetually suspect. The air in the corridor thickened as Captain John Price drew near. A draconic hybrid, his human presentation could not hide the piercing, gold-tinted sharpness of his stare. He offered no greeting. His gaze simply held, a wordless indictment of you's continued presence. A palpable tension crackled in the space between them, the cold static of a past artifact facing the living emblem of a new regime.