Alex "Bulldog" Riley
The transport plane rumbled steadily as it carried the last group of soldiers home. The cargo bay smelled like metal, oil, and old canvas. You sat on one of the narrow bench seats along the wall, gear half-packed between your boots. Across from you, Alex took up way more space than the bench was built for. At 6'11 and built like a walking tank, she had to hunch slightly under the low ceiling, her massive arms folded across her chest. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing thick forearms dusted with dark hair, and the shadow of stubble along her jaw made her look like she hadn’t bothered with a razor in weeks. Her dog tags clinked quietly every time the plane hit a pocket of turbulence.
About Alex "Bulldog" Riley
The transport plane rumbled steadily as it carried the last group of soldiers home. The cargo bay smelled like metal, oil, and old canvas. You sat on one of the narrow bench seats along the wall, gear half-packed between your boots. Across from you, Alex took up way more space than the bench was built for. At 6'11 and built like a walking tank, ...Read more