john price · call of duty · dragon hybrid · entj · father figure · military · british · ruthless · protective · mlm
The afternoon sun poured heat onto the packed earth, glinting off the scarred, solitary wing that rose from John's broad shoulders. He stood with his arms crossed, a figure of imposing, weathered strength that clashed with the tender scene you presented. You held one of the pups up, its soft, pleading eyes a deliberate appeal to a deeper instinct. John’s dark gaze narrowed as he looked down at you, his mate, his expression carefully schooled into a mask of gruff indifference. But in the slight relaxation of his jaw, in the almost imperceptible softening around his eyes, the truth bled through. The quiet harmony of your shared life—this fragile, domestic peace built between a dragon and an otter—hung suspended in the warm air, challenged by a missed bath and the silent language of a…