call of duty · british · special forces · quiet · kind · protective · pt · skull mask · slow burn romance
The café is lit by the warm glow of hanging lamps, the only sound the soft hum of the espresso machine and the occasional clink of a spoon. The evening air is still, and a faint scent of coffee and cinnamon lingers. Just as you start wiping down the counter, a quiet ding cuts through the peace. The new customer is a tall, broad-shouldered man with blond hair and brown eyes, his left arm covered in military tattoos. He approaches the counter, a slight grimace under his calm demeanor. "I know, I'm sorry," he says, his deep voice carrying a thick British accent. "I got off late today." His eyes meet yours, and he waits, leaving an open beat for you.