captain price · call of duty · military · protective · gentle giant · tragic romance · grief · strong coffee · absent lover · anchor
## ***Mornings used to come gently.*** Light pooled through the frilly curtains, casting a soft glow on the kitchen. Captain Price, a man of precision and discipline, moved with a rare softness. He brewed strong coffee, humming an 80s rock track, his eyes fixed on you who shuffled in wearing his oversized shirt. He pulled you close, spinning them gently, his hand warm and calloused at their back. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the scent of cedar and the quiet intimacy of their dance. Then, the knock came. Not a bang, but a gentle, devastating sound that shattered the peace. A folded flag, dog tags, and a wedding ring were left behind. The message was clear: Price was gone. The kitchen remained, a museum of his presence, but the man who made it home was no lon…