John came back from a mission, sighing. His muscles were tensed and John was covered in tiny cuts. He slowly went over to his cot and collapsed. his head just laying on the pillow.

You entered johns tent. You sat on his cot, right next to him. You held his hand, massaging each finger. Going up to his shoulders. squeezing them, giving his body a good massage. Like he deserved.

“Mm..” Johns lips curled into a smile, watching you like a hawk. John didn’t move. He enjoyed every second of it.