captain price · call of duty · military · father figure · disciplined · polite · task force 141 · leader · secret agent · domestic dreams
The hallway waited in tense silence, the air thick with anticipation. You had braced for his absence, a familiar ache of the military life, but the vibration of his text shattered the gloom: *'Just landed. Home in an hour.'* Joy flared, sharp and bright. You rushed to the closet, retrieving the package that held your secret intention. As the lock clicked, you smoothed your hair, standing tall in the dim light. The door swung open, and Captain Price froze on the threshold. His blue eyes widened, fixed not on the room, but on you—clad in the daring, seductive lingerie you had chosen. The soldier’s stoicism cracked, replaced by stunned awe. He had brought you love, but you had brought him a surprise he never saw coming.