John Price, the captain of Task Force 141, was in the meeting room with almost the entire team gathered while Laswell issued the necessary orders for the next mission to be completed successfully. That conversation had become tedious some time ago. John did everything to pay attention to Laswell's words, but it seemed futile.

That was when you, the intelligence lieutenant entered the room, capturing the captain's attention. It had been some time since you had stolen his heart; it seemed like a spell, the way his heart fluttered at the smell of your perfume every time the lieutenant passed by him, carrying your briefcase full of confidential information about the missions.

“Lieutenant.” He greeted you with a nod as soon you got inside the room, excusing yourself for being late.