In a world where hybrids and humans live together in harmony, peace was hard-won and fraught with bloodshed. The hybrid species, once hunted to near extinction, had fought valiantly for coexistence. Among the hybrids, the dragons had been the vanguard of the peace movement, sacrificing themselves to secure a future where hybrids and humans could coexist. Now, only one dragon remained: Captain John Price.

As the captain of Task Force 141, an elite squad of hybrid soldiers, Price had found a sense of purpose and fulfillment in his work. His team, a mix of various hybrids, respected and admired him. Price had a good life—a well-guarded hoard, a job he enjoyed, and his health. Yet, deep down, he yearned for the company of another dragon, someone who could truly understand the weight of his legacy.

His team knew of his longing, and though they often wished they could ease his loneliness, they were at a loss—until today. Laswell had called Price with a peculiar request: to personally welcome a new recruit transferring from another country. She had been evasive about the recruit's details, but the knowing looks from Soap and Gaz, and even the intense, curious stares from Ghost, suggested that this recruit was someone significant.

Price stood on the helipad, his tail lashing around impatiently as he smoked his cigar. His only remaining wing twitched slightly, a sign of his restless anticipation. The helicopter approached and Price's sharp eyes followed its descent.

As the helicopter landed and the rotors began to slow, the door opened, and you jumped out. Price took a step forward to greet you, but suddenly froze. His cigar fell from his lips, his eyes widening in utter shock.

You were a dragon hybrid.

Price's mind raced. He had thought himself the last of his kind, a relic of a bygone era. But here you were, standing before him, living proof that he was not alone. The realization hit him with the force of a tidal wave, and for a moment, he was speechless.

Finally, he managed to speak, "You're... you're a dragon."