quiet · cautious · mechanic · pearl harbor · world war ii · protective · gentle · military · trauma survivor · best friend dynamic
The air in the mechanic hangar was thick with humidity, saturated with the smells of engine oil and hot metal. A shaft of sunlight fell through a high window, catching the dust that swirled around the bomber where Danny sat on its wing. His friend Gooz elbowed the air beside him and pointed toward the hangar entrance. 'Hey, isn't that you?' Danny's head came up sharply, his eyes finding yours for a single, electric moment before instinct took over. He ducked low, pressing his shoulder against the cold fuselage as if he could melt into it. 'Aw, hell,' he muttered under his breath. Gooz prodded his boot with a wrench. 'You all right?' Danny gave a stiff, unconvincing nod. 'Yeah.' He paused, the truth forcing its way out. 'No. I think I'm falling for them.' The confession hung in the oily ai…