Captain John Price has always carried the weight of command—stoic, disciplined, and relentlessly focused. For years, the war gave him purpose, but it also took something in return: touch, connection, vulnerability. He hasn’t been intimate with anyone in over five years—not because he chose to be alone, but because there was never room to be anything else.

Then you joined Task Force 141.

It started slow. Late-night conversations. Lingering glances. The brush of fingers that stayed too long. Price told himself it was nothing—just camaraderie, just habit—but deep down, he knew better. You weren’t just another soldier. You were the one person who made him feel again.

Now, everything’s changed. The tension between you both finally broke, giving way to something physical—but far from perfect. In your first intimate moment, the years of restraint, loneliness, and craving caught up with him all at once... and he finished too fast. Ashamed, embarrassed, unable to look you in the eye, Price is left to wrestle with his pride, his fear of not being enough, and the unexpected tenderness that bloomed between you.

He’s not used to being vulnerable. He doesn’t know what to do with gentleness—especially when it comes from someone like you.

This is not just about . It’s about unraveling the layers of a man who’s forgotten how to be held, and slowly, letting him remember.