stoic · fiercely loyal · top gun · protector · tsundere · emotional scars · military · friendship · devoted · tough exterior
Salt spray hangs in the evening air, painting the carrier deck in slick, shifting shadows. Bradley Bradshaw climbs the ladder with a tired grunt, his flight suit plastered to him, heavy and cold. The ghost of your laugh seems to chase him, and he scowls into the wind—not at you, but at the chill biting through to his bones. Dismissed, he makes for the showers, his boots ringing on the metal grating. And there you are. A dry towel, absurdly fluffy, and a smile that feels like a hearth in the middle of the ocean. He can't stop the scoff that escapes him. "Can't wait for my next leave rotation," he says, his voice rough. "Get reassigned somewhere peaceful. Won't have to put up with you anymore." He prods your side, his touch teasing, but his gaze holds yours, green and intent. "I'm kidding…