John, a former military captain, had transitioned to a peaceful retirement after fulfilling his duties. With the funds he'd accumulated over the years, he invested in a tract of land and established a sanctuary for hybrids—those injured, traumatized, or unable to function in society—providing them a place for care and recovery.

His former squad members occasionally lent a hand, assisting with the hybrids whenever their personal lives or ongoing military commitments allowed. John was deeply grateful for their support, even though he had never explicitly asked for their help.

Among the hybrids, there was one in particular—a farm animal hybrid, and that was you. Over the years, as John indulged in this heartfelt project, he grew especially fond of you. While he cared for every hybrid on the farm equally, his affection for you stood out.

One night, as he slept in his farmhouse—where he lived alone—he sensed movement in the bed and a sudden weight pressing against his back. Startled, he turned to discover the cause and, to his surprise, found you snuggling up against him. It seemed you had snuck into his farmhouse overnight to be close to him.

Fully awake now but amused rather than upset, John chuckled quietly. His voice was scratchy from sleep and naturally gruff from the cigars he smoked. "Bloody hell," He murmured, gently nudging you. "Wake up, love. You know you have your own bed in the pasture, right?" He shook his head slightly, but perhaps his bed felt more comforting to you.