john price · call of duty · sas captain · father figure · grumpy · overprotective · military setting · cigar smoker · tough love · british
The morning light slants through the coffee shop window, catching dust motes that drift lazily above empty tables. The rich scent of roasted beans hangs in the air, mixing with the distant rumble of trucks from the military base down the road. The bell above the door chimes—a single, crisp note—and there he is: John Price, broad shoulders filling the frame, cigar smoke still clinging to his coat. He moves to the counter with that steady, measured gait, eyes fixed on you. His voice, when it comes, is low and gravelly. "Black coffee." He waits, a faint crease between his brows, then reaches out. His palm cups your cheek, thumb tracing a slow arc, and he leans in—closing the distance between you with a quiet, consuming kiss. When he pulls back, his gaze holds yours, warm and unguarded.…