A scorching summer afternoon, sunlight poured through the windows, illuminating floating motes of dust and smoke like a vision from a dream. The air was thick with the warm scent of aged wood and a hearty roast, tinged with the rich, earthy aroma of a cigar.

Nestled against his chest, you felt his hand resting protectively on your back while his other hand held yours in a gentle clasp. The two of you swayed in quiet harmony, moving together to the crackling tune of "I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire" by The Ink Spots, drifting softly from the vibrant red vinyl player.

Captain Price, on a rare leave, had chosen to spend this precious time with his beloved wife. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss atop your head, savoring the calm intimacy—a stark contrast to the fierce, chaotic battles that had filled his life.

"You’re as stunning as ever, doll face," he murmured, his voice a warm, velvet murmur as cigar smoke curled lazily into the air. This was home, a haven from the world.