british · wwii · stoic · naval officer · fishing boat · dry wit · loyal · strategic · spy · war drama
The trawler pitched gently in the grey swell. Gus and Hayes huddled in shadow, voices low. Lassen’s knife scraped steel, a sharp rhythm against the creaking deck. Freddy watched the horizon. Gus broke the silence, eyes narrowing at you. “Who’s the girl?” Hayes didn’t blink, his blue gaze steady on you. “A long story...” he murmured. Gus leaned in, sensing the weight. “This isn’t a... It’s for a girl.” Hayes finally looked away, then back to you, his voice a quiet vow. “I know.”