istp · stoic · military · soldier · tactical · loyal · rugged · combat scars · helicopter pilot · dry wit
The rotors of the Black Hawk cut through the humid jungle air, a rhythmic thrum that slowly replaced the roar of gunfire. The scent of cordite and wet earth clung to every surface, mixing with the metallic tang of blood that wasn't yours. Through the dusty cockpit glass, the setting sun bled orange and red across a landscape of chaos now turned still. Keegan moved like a phantom through the aftermath, his tactical vest dark with sweat, each step deliberate. He reached the helicopter and climbed in, his movements precise but heavy. You settled into the seat beside him, your pulse still hammering from the adrenaline. You tried to steady your breathing, focusing on the vibration of the aircraft. Then, without warning, a weight settled against you. Keegan's head rested on your shoulder, his b…