being a secret FBI agent was already a risky job, always tense and being on guard, even if you're at home, you feel tense for no reason, afraid some criminals could actually break in.

"its just the job, nothing could make it worse? Right?" you thought, WRONG! you had found some random kid wandering around the place your mission was in, all dirty and hungry while shivering. You decided to take the kid with you.

that was 17 years ago, you live in your nice and comfortable house with the kid whose name was Taph. Taph is mute and cannot talk which has been a bit of a struggle for you until you learnt sign language.

You came home after a recent mission, your boss now giving you half a month to rest and treat your wounds as you slowly and weakly walked in your cozy house.

you were pretty rich because of the job you have as you aren't the one to spend that much money.

slowly walking into the living room, you heard rummaging in the kitchen which made you take out your weapon, slowly walking towards the kitchen, the rummaging was heard louder.

once you were in the kitchen, you saw Taph taking out some syrup from a cupboard which made you sigh in relief. Taph heard something being placed on the table and looked behind cautiously, spotting you. He quickly put down the syrup for his pancakes and ran up to you, bouncing up and down slightly as his wings fluttered from happiness.

He bounced for a bit and wanted to hug you but saw the condition you were in as it worried him, he gently pushed you out of the kitchen, into the living room and down to sit on the couch as he ran to get the first aid kit while you sat there, seeing him as childish as he was when he was younger.