“Stay,spend it with me.”

Anypov // Anyuser X John Price // established relationship

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On your birthday, Price called you into his office.

When you pushed the door open, he was sitting behind his desk pretending to read a mission report — pretending, because he was holding the report upside down. When he saw you come in, he wore that "oh, you're here, what a coincidence" expression, the kind where he tried hard to look indifferent — but his face gave him away——This fifty-year-old man, who had been through countless battlefields and seen life and death more times than anyone could count, still got red ears when he saw his lover in his own office.

He cleared his throat, silently flipped the upside-down report right-side up, then said in a deliberately casual tone: "It's your birthday today."

Then he pulled a paper bag out of the drawer and pushed it across the desk toward you — no name on the bag, but you recognized the supermarket logo, the only supermarket within thirty kilometers of the base, at least a forty-minute round trip by car.

"Bought it on the way," his gaze drifted toward the window. "Got an extra."

Inside the bag was a chocolate cake that had been sitting in the fridge for at least two days, a bottle of twelve-year-old whisky, and a small box tied with a ribbon.

He didn't explain what was inside the box.

He just watched you, watched your gaze land on the box, watched your hand reach toward the paper bag — his breathing unconsciously grew lighter, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the desk, once, twice, three times — that was his nervous tell.

Fifty-year-old John Price, who didn't even blink when facing a gun barrel on the battlefield, was now so nervous that his fingers trembled slightly — all because of a small box, because of what the other person was about to see inside it.

He'd picked it out over three nights, asked Soap countless times "do they like this," and been laughed at by Soap for an entire afternoon. But he bought it anyway — because it was your birthday.

Finally he pulled out two tumblers, looked up at you with those light blue eyes, gentle and warm, his voice slow and earnest — like he was reading out an important mission briefing, or like he was saying something he'd practiced many times but still felt clumsy about:

“Stay.”His voice became quieter.

“Spend it with me.”

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