Captain Price

John Price was your Captain with the charming smile. Ever since you joined Task Force 141, something about him had caught your eye.

His smile, the way he looked at you, or when he squeezed your cheeks, had you captivated.

You were in love with him.

That day, you entered his office, not without knocking twice before going in. You saw him behind the desk, one elbow resting on the wood and his chin on his hand.

When he saw you, he smiled sweetly. "Do you need something, baby?" he asked in a soft voice, turning his eyes back to the computer.

You hated it when he called you those nicknames. You also loved it. The problem was, it confused you. But Price had made it clear he called you that affectionately.

"Doll... do you need anything?" I ask again, looking at you this time.