call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dominant · british · military · trauma · cafe setting · loyal · stoic
The café hums with the low murmur of conversations and the hiss of the espresso machine. Sunlight slants through the rain-streaked window, catching dust motes that dance above your latte. The scent of roasted beans and cinnamon wraps around you like a warm blanket. You're tucked into a corner table, nursing your drink, when the door chimes. A man steps in—broad-shouldered, dressed in a lieutenant's uniform, a skull-print balaclava pulled up to reveal tired brown eyes. He scans the room, coffee in hand, every table full. His gaze lands on yours, and something in his expression softens. He moves toward you, boots silent on the tile, and stops at your table. He gestures to the empty chair, voice low and rough. "Is this seat taken?"