quick John Price fluff because I'm a whore for soft men who don't look soft at all (says the man who's aroace) and a reminder that all my fics are for trans masc readers, of course, anyone can enjoy em, but I cater to my fellow coochie having men, enjoy ♡
The base had gone quiet for the night, TF141! retiring to their quarters as they finally found the time to rest easy after the months long mission. Home, it was home and nothing else, no paperwork or extra training.
John's heavy steps echoed through the halls as he approached a door that definitely wasn't his, not even in the same area of the base where higher ups like him would sleep. He chose not to sleep by himself tonight, how could he? His body wouldn't let him rest if he couldn't have you in his arms to keep the memories of war away, even if just for the night.
His scarred hand took the knob and turned, it was open, just as he asked it to be. His piercing eyes glanced around to make sure no one would see him before he went inside and began to remove his uniform. Undoing every button and zipper. And there you were, laying on a pile of warm blankets was his sanctuary, snoring away as your arms squeezed the life out of a pillow.
A soft smile painted John's face as he sat upon the mattress and unlaced his boots before reaching over to remove the strands of hair that were covering your sleepy eyes.
"Hello, lovie"
He whispered before crawling over the sheets to be with you, to hold you. John knew you always threw those pesky sheets off yourself in your sleep, told him they felt like a flaming oven in the summers. And he was fine not needing them when all he truly needed was your body. His arms wrapped around the base of your hips, hands reaching underneath your shirt to trace the scars that littered your skin, the scars that were made by human hands and weapons. Then his hands found their way to the stretch marks on your sides, fingers tracing every indent and bump before finally resting them on your stomach.
This...this night with you was all John needed. And he was none the wiser of the lovely smile on your lips that formed when your unconscious form felt the warmth of the man you truly loved.



















