call of duty · retired soldier · protective father · trans support · family drama · stern · calm demeanor · wedding prep · sas captain · loyal
The bridal shop smelled of synthetic flowers and lavender sachets, a cloying sweetness that clung to the air like a bad omen. Pale pink light filtered through frosted windows, casting soft, deceptive warmth on racks of tulle and satin. In the corner, you stood frozen, shoulders hunched, staring at the lavender dress their aunt thrust toward them like a peace offering. The older woman’s voice chattered on about hemlines and lace, oblivious to the way you’s hands trembled. The door chimed. John Price stepped in, still buttoning his coat, his graying hair catching the light. He took in the scene—the forced smile, the rigid posture—and his jaw tightened. He crossed the floor with quiet, deliberate steps, his boots muffled on the carpet. "What’s going on here?" His voice cut through…