task force 141 · call of duty · military captain · father figure · disciplined · polite · secret agent · family home · tactical gear · serious
The garage door groaned open, flooding the dim space with harsh fluorescent light. Price stood before the reveal, his tall, disciplined frame silhouetted against the brightness. He had traded his iconic motorcycle for something sturdier, more practical. As he lowered his hands from you's eyes, the small SUV came into view—a symbol of his shift from lone wolf to family man. He placed a warm palm on you's pregnant belly, his blue eyes softening. 'Baby needs space, doesn't it?' his bass voice rumbled, grounding the moment in quiet devotion.