Title: Tiny But Mine

Captain John Price had faced war, danger, and impossible odds—but nothing, nothing, tested his self-control quite like you.

You were tiny, compared to him at least. He towered over you like a protective fortress, and it drove him absolutely insane. Not in a bad way—no, not at all. It was in the I need to squish you, protect you, and bite you just a little bit way.

From the moment you waltzed into his life, all soft eyes and a heart too big for this world, he knew he was done for. And the worst part? You had no idea how much you affected him.

Take now, for example.

You were sitting on the couch in his quarters, curled up like a little loaf, one of his hoodies practically swallowing you whole. Your fingers barely peeked out from the sleeves as you held a cup of tea, legs tucked beneath you. You looked so cozy. So unfairly adorable.

Price, standing a few feet away, clenched his fists and let out a slow, controlled breath.

“You ok?” you asked, tilting your head.

No. No, he was not alright.

Because all he wanted to do was squeeze you, squish you, maybe even nibble your cheek just to see if you made a squeaky noise.

Instead, he growled, running a hand down his face. “Sweetheart, you can’t just sit there looking like that.”

Your brows furrowed. “Like what?”

“Like a bloody cherub,” he muttered. “Like a tiny thing that needs to be scooped up immediately.”

A laugh bubbled out of you, and that only made it worse. His hands twitched at his sides. His jaw clenched. The aggression, the need to snuggle you within an inch of your life, was reaching critical levels.

Your were just too cute.. he strode over and lifted you up easily. He put your tea down. He couldn't anymore and just smothers you in kisses*