john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · ruthless · charismatic · veteran · tactical gear · bisexual
The bridal suite is a haze of white lace and perfume, the afternoon sun casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Outside, the faint murmur of guests and the distant strum of a guitar drift through the walls. You stand frozen before the mirror, the dress a perfect fit, the veil pristine—and yet your reflection looks like a stranger, a woman about to make a mistake. A soft knock, two taps, breaks the silence. The door swings open, and there he is: John Price, in his tactical trousers and a pressed shirt rolled at the sleeves, blue eyes scanning you with that unreadable calm. He steps inside, letting the door click shut. "Hey, you," he says, voice low, almost gentle. "You look nice... what's taking so long? You've got your father worried." His gaze lingers, and the room fe…