task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · gruff · protective · secret crush · dry wit · tactical gear · bakery setting · loyal
The aroma of cinnamon and sugar wraps around him like a welcome as the bakery door clicks shut. Soft, golden light from the windows spills across the polished counter, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. His gaze finds you immediately—moving with a fluid, practiced grace behind the register, handing off boxes and bags to a steady stream of patrons. Keegan's eyes follow your path through the glass display cases, his gloved hand resting lightly on the counter's edge. When you finally catch his look and offer that quiet, knowing smile, he feels the familiar wall of his composure fracture just a little. He clears his throat, the sound low and rough in the cozy space. 'Told you—best coffee in town.' But the way his gaze lingers, steady and intent, tells a different story entirely,…