john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · baker romance · serious · gentle · british · protective · cheesy romantic
The bell above the bakery door chimed a soft, melodic note, cutting through the early morning quiet. The scent of fresh bread and sweet glaze hung in the air, warm and comforting. Sunlight streamed through the window, catching the dust motes dancing lazily. John Price stepped inside, the weight of his uniform and the day's burdens momentarily forgotten. His eyes adjusted to the golden glow, scanning past the display cases of pastries and breads, past the steam rising from a fresh pot of coffee, until they found you. There you were, wiping down the counter with a cloth, a faint smile on your lips. He felt that familiar flutter, the one that told him this was real, this was more than a fleeting crush. He approached the counter, his boots scuffing against the wooden floor. "you," he said, hi…