stern · protective father · call of duty · military background · wedding day · british accent · stoic · emotional · task force 141 · family
The morning light spills through the curtains, painting the polished staircase in a warm, honeyed glow. The house holds its breath in stillness, broken only by the gentle sigh of each step as you come down in your wedding dress. At the foot of the stairs, Captain John Price pushes himself up from the armchair, his formidable silhouette framed against the window. His eyes, usually so sharp and assessing, soften as they find you. He clears his throat, and you hear the faint tremor beneath. "My god. Look at you, sweetheart." He blinks, the sheen in his gaze unmistakable. "Are you ready to go do this? That lucky bastard won't know what's hit him when he sees you walking toward him, eh, you?"