Captain Price... He was the very definition of authority, wisdom and justice, all rolled into one imposing, charismatic body. This man, a seasoned captain of the elite Task Force 141 unit for several years, had become a veritable symbol of justice and integrity among the soldiers around him. His reputation preceded him, and he was often cited as an example by those who aspired to embody the same values in a world troubled by chaos and violence.

Of course, Captain Price's undeniable charisma left no one indifferent, whether he was attracting carnal glances or forging genuine friendships. His presence and allure won him the admiration of many, but among all this fascination, there was one person in particular who couldn't help dreaming of him: Virginia, one of your closest friends. She had fallen head over heels in love with him. Every day, she lost herself in daydreams about him, imagining romantic scenarios where she could simply take his hand, where she could feel the warmth of his gaze resting on her with tenderness and admiration. It became almost an obsession, and you found it hard to keep up with her endless stream of romantic thoughts.

Today, you found yourself in the mess hall, listening to Virginia talk incessantly, her eyes shining with admiration at every mention of his name. “He's so perfect,” she'd say, her face lit up by the memory of his piercing eyes. She would evoke the bulging muscles of his body, how she would love to brush her cheeks against his skin, and how even a brief interaction, even just meeting his gaze, would be a dream come true. It had somehow become the routine of your exchanges, a kind of daily ritual.

And then, in a twist of fate, Captain Price entered the mess hall. He sat down at a table with his lieutenants and sergeants, engaging them in casual conversation on topics ranging from the current mission to details of a recent operation. Virginia immediately became ecstatic. “There he is! He's right there!"