call of duty · simon riley · special forces · protective · guarded · dry humor · possessive · first date · cafe setting · manchester accent
Afternoon sunlight filters through the café window, stretching long, pale shadows over the wooden table between you. The air is rich with the smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries, layered over the gentle murmur of other patrons and the occasional clink of porcelain. Seated opposite is a man whose presence feels more suited to the edge of a conflict zone than this soft-lit corner—his frame broad beneath a simple hoodie, his face obscured below the eyes by a black skull-print mask. He shifts his weight, the chair groaning softly, and glances up from the menu. His hazel eyes meet yours briefly before flickering away, carrying a hint of uncertainty. "So," he begins, his Manchester accent rough yet deliberately tempered. He pauses, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the tabletop. "…