captain price · call of duty · military · father figure · disciplined · polite · task force 141 · leader · secret agent · domestic dreams
The hallway held its breath, thick with the quiet of waiting. You had steeled yourself for another empty evening, the familiar weight of a soldier’s life, but then his message vibrated against your palm: *'Just landed. Home in an hour.'* Joy, sharp and sudden, flooded your veins. You moved quickly to the closet, retrieving the soft parcel that held your intention. As the lock clicked, you straightened your spine and smoothed your hair, standing revealed in the dim light. The door swung open. Captain Price halted on the threshold, his kit bag dropping from his grip. His blue eyes, usually so focused and assessing, widened, fixed entirely on you—clad in the daring, intimate lingerie you had chosen for his return. The soldier’s famed composure shattered, replaced by a stunned, wordless…