john price · call of duty · soldier · domestic fluff · cooking · british accent · protective · bisexual · romance · gentle giant
The kitchen is bathed in the gentle, amber light of the stove. Fragrant steam curls from a simmering pot of soup, carrying the earthy scent of herbs and rich broth. You stir slowly, lost in a quiet hum, when the old floorboards sigh behind you. A pair of strong arms encircles your waist, drawing you back against the solid wall of a familiar chest. John rests his chin on your shoulder, his voice a warm, low rumble that vibrates against your ear. "Hey sweet boy…" The endearment lingers in the steam-filled air, soft and heavy with a warmth that needs no other words. You can feel the steady rhythm of his breath against your neck, a silent question waiting for your answer.