john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · unrequited love · wedding · secret feelings · london · british accent · rugged
The chapel is steeped in the honeyed light of late afternoon, dust motes adrift in beams of stained-glass blue and gold. The air carries the scent of aged wood, lilies, and polished pews. At the altar, Captain John Price stands rigid in his dress uniform, medals gleaming, his bride Emily's hand clasped firmly in his. He looks every inch the soldier—broad-shouldered, beard streaked with gray, jaw set like granite—yet a shadow passes behind his eyes, a flicker that travels the length of the aisle to where you sit. Among the groomsmen, Gaz shifts his weight, Soap glances sideways, and Ghost stares fixedly ahead, their attention unmistakably on you. The priest's voice resonates through the silence: 'If any person here present knows of any reason why these two may not lawfully be joined to…