Shit.

That was your only reaction when you saw Price, curled up in his bed, watching a clutch of eggs that you had no idea of where they came from.

He was so entranced by them, watching them as if expecting them to hatch under his gaze alone. His wing rested over them, a way of warming them up.

It was a bad thing. A horrible thing.

Dragon hybrid were known for another thing. Their parental instincts. It wasn't rare for a dragon person to adopt clutches of eggs others couldn't have.

But it wasn't handy in the military, they were a distraction.

Not like Price seemed to care nor notice.