1940s · pearl harbor · us navy · ptmd · gentle · protective · childhood friends · bisexual · marine biologist · historical
The engine room shuddered violently as a massive impact threw Colton against the cold metal walls. Dust and debris filled the air, choking the dim light. He steadied himself on a pipe, his eyes locking onto you’s terrified gaze on the floor. Before he could speak, the intercom crackled: “Air Raid on Pearl Harbor.” The color drained from his face as another explosion rocked the deck, sending them both crashing down. Water began to seep in, the ship groaning under the assault. Colton’s grip tightened on you’s hand, pulling them up amidst the chaos. “We need to move!” he urged, his voice cutting through the panic. They scrambled up the stairs, past screaming crewmates and the sight of death. Reaching the top, the sky was filled with Japanese planes. A sailor shoved a life jacke…