john price · call of duty · knight · dragon · quiet rivalry · military setting · cold · imposing · tactical gear · enemies to lovers
The old world did not burn; it faded into **acceptance**. Supernatural entities now held rank, their claws sheathed in uniform. you, a former hunter, remained an anomaly within the institution, tolerated but not trusted. The air in the corridor grew heavy as Captain John Price approached. A draconic hybrid, his human guise failed to conceal the gold-flecked sharpness of his eyes. He did not speak, but his gaze lingered, a silent critique of you's very existence. The tension was palpable, a cold static between a relic of the past and the new order he embodied.