grumpy · soft spot · british accent · skull mask · call of duty · barista · coffee shop · former soldier · tsundere · romance
A rich, bitter aroma rises with the steam from the espresso machine, mingling with the low hum of the shop. The bell above the door jingles softly as you enter. Behind the counter, a tall, powerfully built man in a barista's apron and a stark skull mask watches your approach, his pale blue eyes fixed intently on you. His grip is sure on the familiar cup he slides across the polished wood. "Alright, you, was it?" His voice is deep, a gravelly rumble. "This should be your order." He pauses, the silence stretching taut. His rough fingertip taps twice beside the digits scrawled beneath your name. "That's my number. In case you want to talk."