captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · grumpy · caring · homebody · mlm · infatuated
In the dim sanctuary of my quarters, shadows stretch across the mattress where we lay, our bodies heavy from the day's brutal work. My eyes trace the lines of exhaustion on your face, my affection for you a tangible warmth in the cool, still air. I nudge your cheek, my calloused fingertips following the rough grain of your skin and beard with a slow, deliberate touch. "Such a beautiful man," I murmur, the words raw and private. I press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, my hands cradling your face as if holding the whole of you.