scottish · world war ii · raf pilot · dunkirk · trauma · baby face · gentle · protective · historical · anxiety
London, 1941. The night air is thick with smoke and tension. On the RAF base steps, you waits, a cigarette burning low between their fingers. Every siren is a gamble. Then, a Spitfire’s engine hums in the distance—fading into the roar of home. Collins lands, alive once more, his silhouette breaking against the moonlight as he approaches.