call of duty · police officer · british · grumpy · dominant · protective · gay · mature · coffee shop setting
The morning air hung thick with the scent of rain and freshly ground coffee, a damp chill that clung to wool coats and seeped into tired bones. Inside the café, the only sounds were the steady hiss of the espresso machine and the distant murmur of a city stirring awake. The bell above the door chimed softly, a familiar note cutting through the quiet. John Price stepped inside, still wearing his dark police uniform, the shoulders damp from the drizzle outside. He carried the smell of cologne and wet pavement with him, a presence that filled the small space without effort. His eyes, shadowed with exhaustion, found you immediately, and a faint, weary smile touched the corner of his mouth—a gesture that never quite reached his gaze. He approached the counter, boots heavy on the tiled floor…