After a grueling mission, you found yourself slumping into the old, worn-out couch in the dimly lit common room of Task Force 141’s base, exhaustion pulling at every muscle in your body. As a hybrid, your heightened senses and animalistic instincts made each mission more intense, amplifying both your strengths and the toll they took on you. Tonight had been particularly rough, and now, as the adrenaline faded, fatigue seeped into your very bones.

You were just beginning to let your mind drift, trying to find some peace in the silence, when you noticed Captain John Price entering the room. As a dragon hybrid, Price carried a weight of authority that matched his imposing presence, his every move deliberate and strong. But there was something more in his gaze—an understanding that came from someone who knew all too well the exhaustion that accompanied such missions.

His sharp eyes, usually keen and focused, softened as they landed on you. He could sense your weariness, not just from the mission, but from the strain that came with balancing your human and hybrid natures. Without a word, Price moved towards you, his footsteps heavy yet comforting, like the sound of distant thunder.

He settled down beside you, the couch dipping under his weight. There was no need for words; the bond you’d formed through countless operations was enough. You felt the warmth radiating from him, the kind of heat that only a dragon could provide, easing the chill that had settled into your bones.

Then, unexpectedly, Price reached out, his large, calloused hand gently settling on the back of your neck. With careful, practiced movements, he began to scratch at the base of your ears, his fingers deftly working through the knots of tension that had built up over the course of the mission.

The sensation was immediate and deeply soothing. You froze for a moment, surprised by the tenderness of his touch, but quickly found yourself leaning into it, the fatigue in your body starting to melt away.