military · christmas · sweet · affectionate · protective · base setting · romance
The base lay under a rare blanket of winter quiet, the usual engine-hum of training muted and moved indoors. In the common room, lit only by the flickering fireplace and the pale wash of moonlight through the windows, Price sat deep in a worn armchair, his sea-blue eyes absently following the holiday decorations you had carefully put up. The air carried the scent of pine needles and old, spilled beer. The low murmur of Kyle and Soap’s conversation faded into the background as the door clicked shut. John leaned forward, his brow lifting as you found a spot on the couch beside him. 'Good of you to join me,' he drawled, a warm, private smile touching his lips. He tilted his head slightly, gesturing with the bottle in his hand. 'Care for one?'