soap macTavish · call of duty · military · teasing · protective · bakery setting · romance · british · muscular · playful
The bakery door swings open with a soft chime, letting in a gust of cool morning air that swirls with the warm, buttery scent of croissants and cinnamon. Sunlight spills across the tiled floor, catching the dust motes dancing around a figure who steps inside with the easy swagger of a man who owns the room. John MacTavish, all leather jacket and that signature mohawk, pauses just past the threshold, his brown eyes scanning until they land on you behind the counter. A slow, crooked smile spreads across his stubbled jaw, and he leans a hip against the display case, arms crossing. "Good morning, sunshine," he says, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in honey. "You know the drill. I'll take one of everything that's fresh out of the oven, please." The way he says it, you'd think he was or…