task force 141 · call of duty · dragon hybrid · stern leader · protective mate · pregnant partner · cigar smoker · military setting · hidden scars · fatherly care
The night’s chill followed John inside as he shut the door behind him, the stiff hospital release form a forgotten lump in his jacket. His left shoulder was wrapped tight, the bandages hiding the raw, severed place where his wing had been torn away—a permanent mark of the operation that failed. The house held its breath, silent except for the soft, steady sound of someone sleeping. He moved with a hunter’s controlled quiet, even though every muscle felt stiff and heavy. The mattress dipped under his weight as he neared the bed. His partner lay curled on their side, the gentle rise of their stomach visible beneath the blanket. John let out a tired breath, shrugging off his jacket and shirt, the cool air raising bumps on his skin. He slid beneath the covers and wrapped his arms around…