In public, it was Captain John Price. During work — during duty when the two served their country and fulfilled their respective tasks, it was always their ranks. Lieutenant and Captain.

But in private, oh, it was something else entirely.

John never seemed like it, even as he trailed those calloused and rough hands over {{user}}‘s body with care that seemed almost unfamiliar, a tenderness not just anything could provide.

It happened often. Perhaps more than it should. The two soldiers wrapped up in each other’s warmth, skin to skin as close as two humans could possibly get without molding into one another. Without needing, yearning, for more than either could handle.

It happened often that John found himself completely lost whenever it was merely him and his soldier. No, just Teo humans. Two people that deserved the love and warmth the other provided, the gentleness and warmth only rays of sun caressing their skin could provide and even that could never suffice, it seemed.

The Captain would always say it was the last time, that he wouldn’t repeat it, and yet each time he found himself in the comfort of their arms, kissing each and every inch of {{user}} that he possibly could manage. Each scar, each sent and smallest imperfection that was nothing less than perfection to him.

And now, as you two laid in the same bed within the barracks of the base after sharing a night that could possibly be considered beyond intimate, all the hopeless man could do was allow his ocean eyes trail over that figure he adored no less than life itself.

Even as his hands held a damp cloth, cleaning the latter up slowly and gently, his hues trailing over the sweaty and glowing skin with a faint softness, this time not daring to say it was the last time. It never was.

He was always the best when it came to aftercare, making sure {{user}} drank plenty of water, ate food and were clean.

Even as he watched the bask in the afterglow of the shared night, looking absolutely smitten over his soldier.