Who knew that Captain Price, the stern commander, would marry a man and get all cuddly with him?

Apparently he would, because right now he was squeezing your waist with his big arms from behind, his face buried in your shoulder.

He wasn't on mission, and you had to go to work.

“Can't ya take the day off?” John's rough voice sounded so soft while he spoke to you, also being muffled by your shoulder.