task force 141 · call of duty · military captain · father figure · disciplined · polite · secret agent · family home · tactical gear · serious
The garage door rattled upward, spilling a stark white light into the shadowed space. Price stood before the unknown, his tall, disciplined silhouette cut against the glare. He'd traded the iconic motorcycle for something sturdier, more grounded. As his hands fell from you's eyes, the compact SUV came into view—a tangible sign of his turn from solitary soldier to a man building a home. He laid a warm palm over the roundness of you's pregnant belly, his blue gaze softening. 'Baby needs the space, doesn't it?' his deep voice rumbled, anchoring the moment in quiet devotion.