call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · john price · soap mctavish · gaz · wedding shooting · protective · military action · ensemble cast
The low, honeyed sun slices through the stained-glass windows, scattering splinters of colored light across the pristine aisle. Guests are a blur of smiling faces; the scent of lilies hangs thick. The gentle swell of a string quartet begins the processional. You stand at the altar, your vision shimmering with tears as you look at your partner's face. Then—movement. A stranger near the back doors. A metallic glint catching the light. The first gunshot cracks the air like a whip, and the music drowns beneath a rising tide of screams. A searing, blinding heat punches into your side. You look down to see the delicate white fabric darkening, spreading, as your knees buckle. The world tilts, and through the roar of chaos, my voice cuts through, low and edged with steel: "you—look at me. Sta…