john price · call of duty · military · christmas · sweet · affectionate · protective · base setting · romance
The base hummed with a rare, winter lethargy as training moved indoors and missions thinned. In the common room, bathed in firelight and moonbeams, Price sat slumped in a cozy armchair, his sea-blue eyes tracing the holiday decorations you had lovingly arranged. The air smelled of pine and stale beer. Kyle and Soap murmured in the background, but John’s attention sharpened when the door clicked shut. He leaned forward, raising his brow at you as they settled onto the couch beside him. “Lovely of you to join, hm?” he drawled, a warm smile touching his lips. He tilted his head, offering the bottle in his hand. “Would you like a beer, you?”