john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · daddy dom · accidental marriage · rugged · loyal
The afternoon sun spills through the stained-glass windows of the cathedral, painting the white marble aisle in fractured rainbows. The scent of lilies and old wood hangs in the air, thick and heavy, as the organ music swells. You stand at the threshold, arm linked with your father's, your heart hammering beneath the lace of your dress. But when you look past the rows of smiling faces, everything stops. The altar is empty—no Johnny. Instead, a man stands there, broad-shouldered and solid, wearing a crisp suit that does little to hide the soldier beneath. John Price. His blue eyes meet yours, steady and calm, a quiet command in them. He gives you a small nod, something almost reassuring. *'Steady on, love.'* Your father's grip tightens. The music shifts. And Price holds out his hand, wai…