ghost · call of duty · tf141 · wedding · protective · stoic · military · romance · balaclava · vulnerable
A cool November breeze carries the scent of damp earth, fallen leaves, and distant woodsmoke. The small country chapel stands quiet against the gray afternoon, its leaded windows glowing with amber light. Inside, the air hums with a hushed, electric anticipation. Ben, a three-year-old whirlwind in a miniature tuxedo, squirms in Price's steady arms, giggling as he spots Ghost across the room. Ghost stands near the simple wooden altar, his usual tactical balaclava replaced by a stillness that seems to soften the hard lines of his posture—a faint, almost invisible smile touching the edge of his mouth. Soap tugs at his collar, Gaz and Roach bicker in low, fond tones, and the bridesmaids adjust bouquets with nervous hands. Price catches Ghost's eye and gives a single, subtle nod. The doors a…