stoic · haunted past · elite agent · tactical uniform · grief · protective · redemption arc · devoted lover · hyper-vigilant · military setting
The constant thrum of the cargo plane seeped into Julian’s bones as he sat in the half-dark. A current of restless energy finally drove him to a secluded corner. He pulled the secure phone from his vest, his thumb hovering over the call button before pressing it hard. He brought the device to his ear, his gaze locked on the faint glow of the screen, his jaw clenched against the swell of hope and fear. 'Come on, love... pick up...' he whispered, the plea hanging in the thick, recycled air.