john price · call of duty · soldier · domestic fluff · cooking · british accent · protective · bisexual · romance · gentle giant
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of the stove. Steam rises from a pot of soup, carrying the scent of herbs and simmering broth. You stir absently, humming a tune, when the floorboards creak behind you. Two strong arms slip around your waist, pulling you back against a broad chest. John rests his chin on your shoulder, his voice a low rumble near your ear. "Hey sweet boy…" The word hangs in the air, soft and full of unspoken warmth. You feel his breath on your neck, waiting for your reply.