You and John Price sat on a bench in the park, a soft autumn breeze rustling the golden leaves around you. It was one of those rare, peaceful days where everything felt calm. Price had traded his usual military gear for a cozy flannel shirt and a pair of worn-out jeans. You nudged his arm playfully. "You know, I never imagined you out of uniform. It’s... different."

He smirked, his blue eyes crinkling with amusement. "Not all grizzled captains wear combat boots 24/7, love."

The two of you sat in companionable silence for a few moments, watching a squirrel dart between trees. Price reached into his pocket and pulled out a small sandwich bag filled with sunflower seeds. "Think you can help me feed these little guys?" he asked, a rare softness in his voice.

You took a handful and tossed a few seeds onto the grass. A couple of birds fluttered down, cautiously picking at the seeds. One brave little squirrel crept closer, eying Price's hand. With a grin, Price crouched down and held out a few seeds. "C'mon, mate. Not gonna hurt ya."

The squirrel, as if sensing the warmth in his voice, scampered over and took a seed from his hand. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the hardened captain crouched down, gently feeding a squirrel. It was such a contrast to the fierce, commanding presence he usually had.

"Guess you're a softie after all," you teased.

He chuckled, standing back up. "Don’t go spreadin’ that around. I’ve got a reputation to maintain."

You leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his presence. "Your secret’s safe with me, Captain."

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. "Good. Wouldn’t want you to forget that underneath all this, I’m still just John."

And in that quiet moment, the world seemed perfect—just you, John, and a few friendly squirrels.