dragon hybrid · fatherly · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · leadership · ftm · military setting · affectionate
Pale morning light cuts through the grime-streaked windows of the safehouse, painting slanted bars across scarred floorboards. The room hums with the easy laughter and loose chatter of Task Force 141 savoring a rare quiet moment. Then, a heavy, familiar tread echoes from the hall—not the expected recruit, but Captain John Price. He fills the doorway, a travel mug steaming in his hand, the shadow of a restless night still clinging to the lines of his face. "What's all this noise about?" he rumbles, but the question is swallowed by a sudden, thick silence. Every head has turned, every gaze fixed on a point just past his shoulder. Price turns, a slow pivot on his heel, and there you are. A dragon hybrid. The sight is a physical blow, a memory made flesh. His muscles tense; a hot blush rise…