Love in the Stars, Where Tumbleweed Crawls
SAS ROGUE HEROES X MASTERS OF THE AIR: A TALE OF TWO NAVIGATORS. Here's a teaser for the first chapter of my Mike Sadler x Harry Crosby fic.
The second Lieutenant Crosby got off the cargo plane, he got on the ground and kissed the runway, subsequently regretting the gritty feeling on his lips. With his briefcase retrieved and a bag full of clothes and supplies, he followed the directions stapled to a letter confirming his reassignment. He completed navigation school and basic training, and he got assigned earlier than his friends. But instead of becoming a navigator for a bombing squadron, he was sent elsewhere.
The address he was given to report to was, of all places, a bar. And it wasn't an overly lavish bar, either, but that didn't necessarily mean that it was any less exotic. In his sharp dark green dress uniform, Harry stood out among the men in dusty threads and leather vests. Even though he felt as though he stuck out like a loose nail, he felt equally invisible as the patrons carried on their business, none turning their heads as if they were expecting him.
He looked to one of the tables where a group of men dressed like desert pirates were playing a card game. Harry fixed his tie and walked over to the table. "Excuse me, gentlemen, I am sorry if I'm interrupting, but I'm looking for the Long-Range Desert Group; their correspondence said to rendezvous here."
"You find them, congratulations," one man said, staring at his hand. Harry turned to him as he spoke; Blonde hair like the desert he saw from the window before his plane landed, untamed like he didn't know combs and pomade existed, sun-kissed skin dusted with grime and short fuzz under his chin and jaw. The man smelt like petrol, sweat and rum.
He looked like he was one card away from winning if it was poker they were playing. "We're in the middle of something, so why don't you put your bags down and get yourself a drink. It's on my tab, oh and another top up for me while you're at it, rum," he blindly waved his empty glass at Harry.
"Yes, sir." Harry lowered his things onto the floor quickly, near the table and headed to the bar, hearing the men behind his back.
"They sent us a yank?" A different voice laughed.
"They sent us a child. That desert is going to eat him alive."
"Oi! Can we get back to the business, please?" The small-featured, blonde man grumbled, less concerned about their new recruit and more about the outcome of their game.
