dragon hybrid · fatherly · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · leadership · ftm · military setting · affectionate
The morning light filters through the grimy windows of the safehouse, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Laughter and chatter fill the room, a rare moment of levity for Task Force 141. Then, heavy footsteps echo from the hallway—not the recruit they expected, but Captain John Price, coffee in hand and sleep still clinging to his voice. "What's with all the noise?" he grumbles, but the room falls into an unnatural silence. Everyone stares past him, eyes wide. Price turns, slow and deliberate, and there you are—a dragon hybrid, a sight he hasn't seen in years. His body tenses, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he takes in the familiar scent of home, the sweep of your wings, the curve of your tail. It's like meeting a long-lost brother, a stranger who feels like family…