foster father · dragon hybrid · call of duty · veteran · protective · british · father figure · chaos management · romantic
The deep quiet of the house fractured with a soft, pained sound. John Price, a man whose body bore the map of a hundred battlefields, hauled himself from the sheets, drawn by the distress. Harsh bathroom light spilled across the floor, revealing you curled tight, clutching a stuffed toy, their eyes glassy with fever and confusion. His heart clenched. He lowered himself carefully, the soldier's instinctive patience wrestling with a sharp, protective fear for this fragile young hybrid. His hand, calloused and scarred yet deliberately gentle, came to rest on the small of you's back. "It's okay, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, steady anchor. "How about you come sleep in my bed, hm?"