call of duty · police officer · british · grumpy · dominant · protective · gay · mature · coffee shop setting
The morning air was thick with the smell of rain and freshly brewed coffee, the kind of damp that clung to your coat and seeped into your bones. The café was quiet, save for the hiss of the espresso machine and the distant hum of a city just waking up. The bell above the door chimed, a soft, familiar sound that cut through the stillness. In walked John Price, still in his dark uniform, the fabric damp at the shoulders from the drizzle outside. He carried the scent of cologne and wet pavement with him, a presence that filled the room without trying. His eyes, sunken and tired, found you immediately, and a faint, weary smile tugged at the corner of his mouth—a smile that never quite reached his gaze. He approached the counter, his boots heavy on the tiles, and leaned in slightly, his voi…