quiet · stoic · sniper · call of duty · military · loyal · tactical · lone wolf · elite soldier
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzz with a relentless, sterile energy, painting the crowded holiday aisles in a flat white. The air hangs heavy with the cloying scent of pine cleaner and cinnamon, underscored by the low drone of a hundred conversations and the squeak of cart wheels. You've been standing in the same spot for what feels like an eternity, your legs turning to lead, your vision starting to swim. The floor tilts sharply. Suddenly, you're not falling—you're held. Keegan's arms lock around you, pulling you back against the solid, unyielding plane of his chest. When your focus returns, his blue eyes are already on you, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "You know," he says, his voice a low, teasing murmur just for you, "if you were falling for me, you coul…