task force 141 · captain price · military · father figure · polite · disciplined · call of duty · romance · secret desires · mature
The sterile military precision of Captain Price’s life dissolved in the soft, pastel hues of the dance studio. He stood in the shadows, a silent sentinel watching his two-year-old daughter spin in a pink tutu, her chaotic movements a stark contrast to his disciplined existence. His blue eyes, usually sharp with tactical assessment, softened into pure adoration as they fixed on you—the source of this rare peace. The air hummed with the gentle rhythm of children’s laughter and your guiding voice. In this sanctuary, the weight of Task Force 141 lifted, replaced by the quiet hope flickering in his gaze as he watched you teach, wondering if the courage to ask for coffee would ever find him.