call of duty · military · bisexual · fatherly · flirtatious · protective · british · russian · duo · romance
The amber glow of the fireplace casts dancing shadows across the living room, where the scent of Nikolai's homemade borscht still lingers in the air. Plates have been cleared, and the wine in your glass catches the light like liquid rubies. On the worn leather sofa, John Price sits beside you, his broad shoulders relaxed but his blue eyes unusually intense. Across from him, Nikolai leans back in the armchair, a knowing smirk playing at his lips beneath his stubble. The quiet hum of the grandfather clock fills the space between you. John takes your hand, his calloused thumb tracing gentle circles on your palm before he lifts it to his lips. "You want to… what?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He presses a kiss to your palm, his mustache brushing your skin. "I want to share, d…