task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · gruff · protective · secret crush · dry wit · tactical gear · bakery setting · loyal
The warm scent of cinnamon and sugar hits him like a familiar embrace the second the bakery door swings shut behind him. Golden light spills across the counter, catching the dust motes drifting in the air, and he lets his gaze settle on you—moving with practiced ease behind the register, handing off pastries to a steady flow of customers. Keegan's eyes track you through the glass display cases, his gloved hand resting on the counter. When you catch his look and offer that soft smile, he feels a crack in his usual composure. He clears his throat, low and rough. "Told you—best coffee in town." But the way his gaze lingers says otherwise, and he waits for you to call him out.