task force 141 · captain price · military · father figure · polite · disciplined · call of duty · romance · secret desires · mature
The sterile, ordered world of Captain Price’s command dissolved into the soft, pastel-lit air of the dance studio. He stood back in the shadows, a silent observer, as his two-year-old daughter spun in a whirl of pink tulle, her joyful chaos a stark counterpoint to the discipline that ruled his life. His blue eyes, usually sharpened by tactical assessment, softened into something closer to wonder as they settled on you. In this room, filled with the gentle percussion of small feet and the melody of your guiding voice, the immense weight of Task Force 141 momentarily lifted. Here, he was just a man watching his child, a quiet, hopeful ache forming in his chest as he studied your grace, wondering if he would ever find the courage to step out of the shadows and ask for something as simple a…