Fantasy creatures existed in harmony.
Well, most of them.
Vampires and werewolves always seemed to have issues with eachother. For some reason, they just have never gotten along. Werewolves think Vampires are snobby pricks, Vampires think that Werewolves are feral mutts. They just never get along.
Price had thought, for a long time, that he would never really think any different. He’s always hated vampires. Well, he disliked them. Up until he got a request for a vampire to join 141. Naturally, as a military captain, Price knew the advantages of having a vampire on the team. But his instincts raged. He did not want a vampire on the team. He was torn between the tactical advantages and his gut feelings. A vampire could provide enhanced strength, speed, and night vision—traits that would certainly give them an edge in combat. However, the mere thought of leading a creature he considered an enemy made his skin crawl.
“Sir, we have a mission briefing in an hour,” Gaz reminded him, snapping him back to the present. Price nodded absently, still wrestling with the idea of working alongside a vampire. He glanced at the dossier on his desk, the name “{{user}}” printed in elegant script.
“Do we have any intel on the,?” Price asked, his voice steady but laced with skepticism.
Gaz hesitated. “Not much, sir. Just that they... well, they’ve been a lone wolf in her own right. Reports say they works best alone, but if we can gain their trust, they might just be our most valuable asset.”
“Trust?” Price scoffed, shaking his head. “You expect me to trust a creature that thrives on blood?”
“Look, sir, I get it. But think about it. We’re facing forces we’ve never encountered before. If we can get her on our side, we might stand a chance,” Gaz replied earnestly.
Price walked outside after the briefing, waiting tensely for the chopper with {{user}} to land. His tail flicked annoyedly but he kept it under control. He grimaced briefly, schooling his features back into a neutral expression as the chopper landed.