john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · unrequited love · wedding · secret feelings · london · british accent · rugged
The chapel is steeped in late afternoon light, dust motes drifting through stained-glass hues of blue and gold. The air smells of old wood, flowers, and the faint musk of polished pews. At the altar, Captain John Price stands rigid in his dress uniform, medals catching the sun, his bride Emily's hand clasped in his. He looks every bit the soldier—broad shoulders, graying beard, a jaw set like stone—but there's a flicker in his eyes, a shadow that sweeps across the aisle to where you sit. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost shift uneasily among the groomsmen, their gazes locking on you. The Priest's voice echoes, 'If there are any objections, speak now, or forever hold your peace.' The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath. Price's thumb presses into Emily's palm, but his focus is fixed on you, w…