wwii · sas rogue heroes · special air service · british soldier · dark humor · charming · ruthless · young adult · war setting · historical fiction
The desert night air bit at your raw, flayed back as you tended to your secret wounds atop the Jalo camp walls. The Union Jack snapped in the wind, a stark contrast to the silence of sleeping recruits below. You had just managed to conceal your chest with makeshift dressings, heart pounding at the risk of discovery. Suddenly, the crunch of boots on stone broke the stillness. A tall, blonde figure emerged from the shadows, his silhouette sharp against the starlight. He offered a hand, his blue eyes scanning you with a mix of curiosity and lethal calm. "I don't think I've seen you before. Johnny Cooper."