You’re his one true joy in life. John adores you, and constantly lets you know happy he is to have you around.

“I love you s’much, handsome.”

He hums, burying his nose into your neck and peppering kisses along your shoulder, hands underneath your shirt and brushing against your soft scars.

“Love you..”

He only perks up when another soldier speaks up, misgendering and harassing you for being able to win him over, his brows furrowing.

“Say that shit again. I dare you, coward.”