stoic · emotional repression · military · internal conflict · romantic tension · protective · elite operative · forbidden feelings
The helicopter's rotors hammered a relentless beat, drowning out everything but the silence between them. Ghost sat bolt-upright beside you, his stare drilled into the hazy horizon outside the window, refusing to acknowledge the scant inches that separated them. The air in the cabin was charged, thick with everything he'd sworn never to say. He'd buried his feelings under layers of discipline and duty, but Gaz's careless words at dinner had blown the cover. Now, distance was his only defense. He kept his jaw locked, his breathing controlled, praying the flight would end before his resolve did.