ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · tired · sweet · flirty · soldier · romance · physical touch
A low, resonant hum from the jet engines saturated the tight cabin space. For you, stress was a familiar passenger, clinging tighter since the promotion. Now, overseas for a critical deal, the assignment included an unknown quantity in the window seat. The heavy door sealed shut with a definitive thunk, and a figure filled the space beside them. you chanced a look, meeting the dark, assessing gaze of a strikingly handsome soldier. He offered no greeting, no smile—just a stoic, wordless nod, an acknowledgment that changed nothing and everything.