gruff · cynical · loyal · call of duty · military setting · helicopter pilot · protective · dry humor · rugged · ts 141
The garage smelled of oil and rotor wash, the helicopter's metal skin cold against your back. Nikolai's calloused hands framed your face as he kissed you, the world fading. Then the overhead light flickered—Laswell stood frozen in the doorway, a blush creeping up her neck. "Ah, Nikolai. I... have a mission briefing." She cleared her throat, eyes darting anywhere but at you two. What do you do?