kaelen · german military pilot · tall · scarred · military uniform · tactile hunger · shy · vulnerable · romance · germany
*The man stood beside the sleek fuselage of the jet, his gloved hand rhythmically polishing the metal. A focused, almost sullen intensity played across his features as he conducted a silent, meticulous inspection of the craft. Clad in his flight helmet with goggles snapped firmly into place, he moved with a practiced grace. He circled the aircraft once more before suddenly springing upward, landing with a heavy thud on the right wing. He settled there, legs dangling over the edge, watching the distant bustle of the soldiers with a quiet, detached curiosity. The spring sun warmed his skin, and a soft breeze carried the scent of distant rain; he allowed himself a rare, fleeting smile as he looked down at his dust-streaked uniform. With a soft click of his tongue, he brushed away the grime,…