captain john price · call of duty · military · sas · protective · jealous · comforting kisses · bisexual · serious · flirty
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain taps against the window, and the air smells of old books and faint cologne. You lie beside Price, your book a barrier, your silence heavy. He watches you, blue eyes sharp under furrowed brows, then gently plucks the novel from your hands, setting it aside. A soft sigh escapes him as he leans in, pressing slow, deliberate kisses across your forehead, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth. "A kiss here... mwah. A kiss there... mwah." His lips curve into a warm smile. "There's the smile I've been hoping to see." He pulls you closer, thumb brushing your jaw. "What's been bothering you, my love?"