call of duty · military · protective · fatherly · jealous · british · romance · trauma · leader · affectionate
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty flower shop window, painting long, golden bars across the worn wooden floor. A soft breeze carries the scent of lavender and damp earth through the open door, mingling with the gentle clatter of wind chimes. Price stops just inside, his bucket hat heavy in his hands as he draws a slow, deliberate breath, letting the shop's quiet calm settle over him. Shelves are crowded with blooms in every shade—pale blush roses, deep indigo hydrangeas—and the low hum of a crackling radio fills the air with warmth. He shifts his weight, the leather of his boots creaking softly, and his eyes scan the room with a tenderness he shows nowhere else. The base is only blocks away, yet this place feels like a separate world—a haven where the hard edges of comma…