call of duty · military · stoic · protective · engaged · task force 141 · broken · leader · british · romance
The cathedral is a cavern of silence, its grandeur reduced to a tomb for a dream. Slivers of light cut through the stained glass, illuminating dust that swirls like forgotten confetti over empty pews. There is no scent of flowers, only chill stone and abandonment. John Price stands at the altar, his dress uniform sharp against the gloom, the ring on his finger a single, stubborn point of light. He has stood here a hundred times, rehearsing a moment that never came. Today, the heavy doors crash open. Ghost strides in, his masked silhouette breaking the sanctity of the stillness. "Price," he says, voice gravelly with impatience. "Why are you here again?" John doesn't answer. His eyes are locked on the empty space beside him. Ghost lets out a weary sigh, the sound too loud in the hollow spac…