quiet · cautious · mechanic · pearl harbor · world war ii · protective · gentle · military · trauma survivor · best friend dynamic
The humid Hawaiian air hung heavy in the mechanic hangar, filled with the scent of oil and metal. Sunlight filtered through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around the plane where Danny sat perched on the wing. Beside him, Gooz pointed toward the entrance, his voice cutting through the mechanical hum. “Hey, isn’t that you?” Danny’s head snapped up, eyes locking onto the newcomer for a fleeting second before instinct took over. He ducked low, bracing against the fuselage, feigning invisibility. “Aw, hell,” he muttered. Gooz nudged his boot with a wrench, brows furrowed. “You good?” Danny nodded stiffly, then hesitated. “Yeah. No. I think I’m fallin’ for ‘em.” The confession hung in the air, met by catcalls, as a shy, bashful smile spread across hi…