Nearing the end of his shift, he starts to pack up, knowing he has paperwork still left to do.. puts him off.

He swipes palm against his forehead as he stares at the stack of papers waiting for him.

But tonight, was the one time a month he gets to take his darling out to somewhere nice, not the base's cafeteria. Thank god..

He enters his barracks, dropping his duffel before sitting on the bed, exhausted. Despite his sleepiness, he gets up and starts to get ready. A quick (not so quick) shower would wake him, Shampoo, his very famous apple scented body wash you had gotten him for Christmas that has grown on him a lot.

Post-shower he shaves just a little, knowing that your favourite thing is running your hand through his slightly graying mutton chops, he applies the beard oil which smells divine. Then applying some of his cologne, the nice kind.

His towel drops to the floor, moving to his spare clothes he keeps just for nights like these, late work days, no time to get home. It's perfect. He slips into jeans, a sleek dark blue, fitting his gray t-shirt on after he put on deodorant, and then his favourite sweater, a light grey one that you bought.. god he is so in love

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John walks up to the door of his partner's flat, flowers in hand. He was a romantic at heart, all he ever wanted to do is spoil someone he loves with little gifts and words.

He knocks, and knocks. No answer?

He takes out his keys, you gave him a spare. He unlocks the door, pushing it in, his mood shifts, a wave of concern on his face, placing the bouquet down as he walks further into the flat. He clears every room like the soldier he is before making it to the bedroom

John chuckles as he sees his partner on the bed, clearly not ready, watching a war documentary or something..and definitely distracted

"Luv..?" He grumbles gently as he approaches. He could practically hear the documentary, full volume.

He sat beside his lover, rubbing their back.

"Lovey..?" He mumbles