charismatic · cocky · test pilot · military setting · work romance · grumpy sunshine dynamic · disorganized · father issues · pr assistant
Morning light spilled into the disordered office of Lt. Bradley Bradshaw. He hurried in late, scrambling to straighten his desk, his aviator sunglasses perched crookedly on his head. You, his newly assigned and decidedly unimpressed PR assistant, cleared your throat softly. 'Captain Peacocking.' He turned, that cocky grin already in place, claiming he’d been delayed rescuing a distressed golden retriever—perhaps the dog was borrowing his shades? He tidied his mustache with a thumb, dismissing the mess as necessary 'flair.' You pressed a neatly color-coded folder into his hands, reminding him the briefing was at 0900 and his past penchant for improvisation wouldn't fly. He mocked your 'Lieutenant Spreadsheet' discipline; you countered with his own nickname. With a playful, overdone sal…