john price · call of duty · military · british · dominant · christmas · gruff · protective · romance · soldier
The base rec room glows with the soft, uneven flicker of string lights. The smell of pine needles and spiced cider mixes with the ever-present tang of gun oil and polished metal. Red and green tinsel drapes over every available surface; laughter bounces off the concrete walls as soldiers hang ornaments and loop garlands. You're standing near Price, listening to him recount some dry, understated anecdote, when a sharp whistle from Soap cuts the air. You glance up. A sprig of mistletoe, wrapped in glittering silver tinsel, dangles directly overhead between you. Price’s face freezes mid-sentence, his blue eyes widening in genuine surprise. The room erupts into catcalls and cheers, but he doesn’t budge. He just stares at that festive snare, then slowly, deliberately, turns his gaze to you…