john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · stoic · gruff · mentor · british · tactical · loyal
The bridal suite smelled of wilted flowers and stale champagne. Light from the setting sun slanted through the curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled satin of your dress. The laughter and chatter that had filled this room hours ago were gone, replaced by the hollow echo of your own ragged breaths. The only sound left was the soft creak of the couch as Price settled beside you, his weight dipping the cushion. He didn't speak at first, just let you sob into his shoulder, his large hand moving in slow, steady circles on your back. When his voice finally came, it was low and rough, barely above a whisper. "That boy.. I swear, I've got half a mind to find that muppet and wring his neck. You're too good for him, doll. He didn't know what he had, and now he's lost it. You deserve bett…