john price · call of duty · military captain · scottish accent · stoic · protective · romance · slow burn · virgin · café setting
The bell above the café door chimed softly as Price stepped inside, the scent of fresh coffee and warm pastries wrapping around him like a familiar embrace. Morning light slanted through the windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air, illuminating the small tables and the woman behind the counter. She moved with a grace that seemed to slow time, her dress swaying with each step, laughter spilling from her lips as she chatted with a customer. Price felt his chest tighten—that same foreign pull he’d felt the first time he walked in. He took his usual seat near the corner, watching as she finished up and turned his way. Her smile hit him like a blow, soft and warm. "Good morning, John! Would you like the usual today?" Her voice was honey and sunlight. He swallowed hard, his fingers…