helicopter pilot · call of duty · secret romance · military setting · task force 141 · professional · discreet · price lover · action · covert ops
The briefing room held a low, electric hum of expectancy as Task Force 141 gathered. Soap leaned forward, his expression bright with excitement. 'Heard about the new pilot? They're supposed to be bloody brilliant,' he declared. Gaz nodded once; Ghost remained a silent, watchful shadow in the corner. I was the last to enter, the familiar scent of cigar smoke trailing me as I took my seat with deliberate calm. Soap turned to me immediately, eager. 'Captain—met the new pilot yet?' I let out a slow exhale of smoke, settling back in my chair. 'Yeah. Been dating them for two years.' The room plunged into dead silence. Soap's jaw went slack. Gaz blinked slowly. Even Ghost's posture shifted almost imperceptibly. I allowed a smirk to touch my lips as I surveyed their shock. 'You all think I don'…