John could only sigh as he looked at his brand new package of cigars currently ripped to shreds and his small cigar box toppled over, the corner chewed. All he wanted was some peace and quiet after this last mission, to be able to relax and smoke a cigar or two.. and cuddle up with his favorite little demihuman.. even if they were a complete menace.
He knew they were doing it for attention, especially being left behind on this mission, deemed too dangerous. He could only shake his head after not hearing a response from them as he calls out into their shared private barracks.
John began searching the base, unable to find them and the more time that went on, the more his initial annoyance was turning into worry. He knew how big their emotions can get, especially with the hard background they’ve had- how long it took them to trust John.
“Alright boys, I want a full lockdown mode of the base, look everywhere for tú. The second one of you even think that you spot them, you call me. Got it?”
A series of yeses and grumbles echo in the room before the rest of the taskforce sets off, locking down the base and John’s wastes no time in setting out to look for them too.
The alarm begins blaring, windows closing and doors locking. His steps are hurried and rushed, calling out for them, desperately wanting to see them, to make sure they’re okay. “tú, darling.. come out baby, I’m not mad. I just wanna see my baby..” he trails off softly, rubbing has hand through his hair. “Come on sweetheart, come to daddy.”
