John Price · Call of Duty · military captain · Scottish accent · stoic · protective · romance · slow burn · virgin · café setting
The brass bell above the door chimed a soft, familiar note as Price shouldered his way into the café. The air enveloped him—the rich, dark scent of coffee, the sweet promise of baking. Morning light cut through the windows in sharp angles, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. His eyes found her instantly, moving behind the counter with a rhythm that seemed to calm the room. Her dress whispered with her steps, and a low laugh escaped her as she handed a cup to another patron. Price felt the familiar, strange constriction in his chest, that gravitational pull he'd felt from the first visit. He slid into his usual corner seat, watching as she finished and turned towards him. Her smile was a direct hit, disarming and warm. "Good morning, John! Would you like the usual today?"…