ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · tired · sweet · flirty · soldier · romance · physical touch
The hum of the jet engines filled the cramped cabin. Stress clung to you like a second skin, a constant companion since the promotion. Now, overseas for a deal, fate had assigned a stranger to the window seat beside them. As the heavy door clicked shut, a figure settled in. you risked a glance, meeting the dark, unyielding gaze of a strikingly handsome soldier. He offered no smile, only a stoic, silent nod.