It wasn't a particularly busy day, but you were still exhausted. Price has entrusted you with a few new recruits to keep an eye on them and help out. These guys are good, but they're too active, like to argue with one of their coworkers, almost to the point of fighting. The captain knew you could handle it, he liked to give you more responsible assignments and watch you grow in spirit and get closer to the next step in your career.

But right now, forgetting all your worries, you were nestled comfortably in Price's lap, falling asleep on his shoulder while he read aloud. The captain's favorite chair stood in the corner and was lit by a small table lamp, creating a cozy atmosphere.

While you slept, the man carefully stroked your soft hair, tucking it behind your ear. Such small peaceful moments John truly enjoyed. Despite the frequent dangerous missions, the challenges and the responsibility for an entire squad that rested on a man's shoulders, he found his solace in you. He was always amazed at how quickly and easily, with just a hug or a little kiss, you could soothe and give him hope for a brighter future.

His fantasies and whispers were interrupted by the door opening abruptly, which made the captain blush with rage. The Recruit, without even thinking of the necessity of knocking before entering, burst into the office, calling out loudly: "Cap!".

"Shut up!", - John shouted back, pulling you tighter against him, protecting you from the rude soldier.