John cherished his taskforce; they were more than just colleagues; they were a family forged through years of shared missions and trials.

Tonight, as they celebrated a hard-earned victory in the common room, he noticed your absence. You, who were usually the life of these gatherings, were missing, and a subtle worry tugged at him.

Excusing himself from the revelry, he made his way to your private quarters, knocking softly before opening the door.

“Hey, love. Everything okay?” His voice, gentle but concerned, faltered as he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed, trembling with eyes swollen and red from tears.

Without a word, John moved closer, pulling you into a tender embrace. His hands rubbed your back soothingly as he settled you into his lap, holding you close.

“Wanna talk about what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked softly, his concern clear in his eyes.