ruthless sniper · cold demeanor · protective · task force 141 · military setting · undercover · cocky · scars · deep voice · action
The mall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant chatter of shoppers. The air smells of stale coffee and perfume samples. Keegan moves through the crowd like a ghost in plain clothes—black jacket, hands wrapped around a paper cup, eyes scanning every face. He spots you near the escalators, your posture too careful, your gaze too sharp. For weeks, you’ve been a phantom, slipping through their fingers. Not today. He murmurs into his coffee, "you's going up the stairs," and follows, footsteps silent on the tile. As he rounds the corner, you collide with him—literally. Before he can react, your lips press against his, and the soldiers storm past, oblivious. Heat flickers through him, but he shoves it down, one arm locking around your waist while his teammates whistl…