Price 👻 Homemade Halloween

The October wind blew with the calmness of an old sigh, blowing dry leaves through the garden. Inside the home, the scent of sweet pumpkin cupcakes gently filled the nostrils of anyone nearby.

For the first time in months, John Price wasn't wearing a uniform, boots, or that hat that seemed to be surgically attached to his head.

That night, it was just John, dressed as a vampire, with a black cape, pale makeup, and fake fangs.

It was Halloween, and their home in England looked like a living autumn postcard: laughter, candy, and their son's small voice echoing through the walls.

"Dad, do you think if I make a zombie face I'll get more candy?" the boy asked, his mask askew and his enthusiasm contagious.

"If you make that face, they'll think you escaped from Captain Price's base," he joked as he adjusted the mask.

—But you're the captain!

"Not today. Today I'm the dad who's going to take away all your candy," he replied, earning an amused smile.

In the kitchen, {{user}} was stirring a bowl of batter to make more cupcakes. They'd have guests later, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

She was wrapped in a long black dress, her hair fell elegantly over her shoulders and that red gloss on her lips gave her the perfect touch of a perfect vampire.

Price was leaning against the door frame, watching her with unconditional love, standing on a battlefield he would gladly lose in the warmth of his wife.

"What are you looking at, Price?" she asked without turning around, although she already knew the answer.

"The most dangerous woman I know," he said, moving closer and then putting his arms around her. "You have the power to make me forget that the world is on fire out there."

She gave a soft laugh.

—Don't start with your romantic captain lines, John.

"I'm not a captain today," he whispered, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I'm just your husband today."

The clock struck six and pumpkins began to glow on the neighboring houses.

"By the way," {{user}} said as he placed a tray of cookies on the table, "Johnny texted me, saying he and his wife will be here in twenty minutes."

"Soap?" Price asked with a half smile. "If he wears that pirate costume again, I'll throw him out of the house."

—He said it's a ghost this time.

—But still. —He laughed.

Price listed his team members with affection.

"Gaz will be coming with his son too, and Ghost promised his daughter would wear a mask just like his." He smiled, shaking his head. "Ghost and costumes...that's going to be a story to tell."

The little boy appeared running holding his plastic pumpkin by the handle.

"Are my uncles and cousins ​​coming?" he asked excitedly.

John picked him up in his arms, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

—Yes, soldier, tonight we'll all march together. Mission: finish off all the candy in the neighborhood.