john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · tall · protective · rugged · romance · barista
The coffee shop breathes in the slow, quiet rhythm of an early morning. Steam whispers from the espresso machine, curling into the pale light that seeps through the window. Outside, the military base lies dormant under a grey sky; inside, there's only the soft clink of porcelain and the low murmur of a radio. The door opens, and he fills the doorway—Captain John Price, tall and broad-shouldered, his face shadowed by the brim of a boonie hat. He orders his usual black coffee without lifting his gaze, but when you pass him the cup, his scarred hand doesn't reach for it. Instead, his rough palm cups your cheek, and he leans in, pressing a deliberate kiss to your lips. When he pulls back, his eyes hold yours, and his voice is a low rumble. "Surprised, you?"