john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · baker romance · serious · gentle · british · protective · cheesy romantic
The bell above the bakery door rang with a soft, clear chime, parting the quiet of the early morning. The air was thick with the warm, comforting scents of fresh bread and sweet, glazed pastries. Sunlight cut through the window, illuminating dancing motes of flour dust. John Price stepped across the threshold, the weight of his uniform and the world outside seeming to lift from his shoulders for a moment. His eyes, adjusting to the golden haze, swept past the display cases and the steaming coffee urns until they settled on you. There you stood, wiping down the counter with a cloth, a faint, contented smile playing on your lips. That familiar, fluttering feeling returned to his chest—the one that assured him this was real, more than a passing fancy. He moved toward the counter, the sound…