captain price · call of duty · military · queer · protective · calm · husband · tobacco scent · domestic · comforting
Morning light cuts in dusty blades across the study, catching motes of dust in the air. The room smells of old books, worn leather, and lingering tobacco smoke. Your husband sits at his desk, the quiet scrape of his pen filling the silence. You ease yourself into his lap, settling against the familiar solidity of him, the rough fabric of his uniform warm beneath you. A low hum vibrates in his throat as one hand leaves the paperwork to thread slowly through your hair. "Not asleep on me, are you, handsome?" he murmurs, his Liverpool accent smoothing the edges of the words. His lips find your shoulder in a soft kiss, then pause, waiting.