John liked to think he was safe. He played each mission in his mind before he ever got on the helo, making sure to go over each possibility in his head in case anything could go wrong, and how he could prevent it from even happening.

John considered himself safe with his friends too, light jokes, kind words, and firm orders to get things done the way he intended them to be carried out. What he hadn’t accounted for, was the spitfire of an omega that had wormed and wriggled his way into his heart, made him feel things he had only felt before he joined the Task Force.

It had been good. Safe. Until it wasn’t. A close call and the coordinates of his secret house with his beloved mate being leaked made him panic. John brought his love to the base, keeping them safe and where he could even take lunch breaks together. Here he was, John happily holding a bag of two Subway Sandwiches, two bags of crisps, and two fountain drinks, and making his way to his private room where his beloved waited for him. “Love?” He called as he turned the door handle.