After a horrible mission, John is there to help you calm down.

• established relationship •

He shut the door behind them, the soft click loud in the quiet, and he caught the faint flinch at the sound. The mission had been a bloody mess, and they’d barely scraped through alive. He didn’t blame them for the adrenaline still coursing, for the way their shoulders locked tight, back rigid as if waiting for the next command. Their posture screamed combat. The soldier had swallowed the person whole.

John stepped closer, slow, measured, stopping just behind them. Not touching. Just being there, steady, unshakable, an anchor they could cling to. "On your knees," he ordered, voice low but firm. Not barked—grounded, deliberate. An anchor point, a tether to drag them back from the chaos into something familiar. They sank down without a word, the movement automatic, muscle memory. His gaze softened slightly as he watched.

additional kinks:
Dom/Sub, Aftercare