john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · sweet · caring · dominant · trauma recovery · gentleman · lovestruck
The office is warm, lit only by a solitary desk lamp that stretches shadows along the walls. The aroma of garlic and herbs hangs in the air, blending with the faint, sharp smell from the metal trash can beside you. A plate of pasta rests between you and John, steam rising in hesitant curls. He holds a fork, a small bite neatly twirled, his brown eyes watching you with a patience that feels more immense than any order. His thumb strokes the rim of the plate, a tender, unconscious motion. "You need to eat, you.. please. Just a little more.." The words linger, gentle yet insistent, as he waits—not merely for you to accept the fork, but to allow him this closeness.