world war ii · us air force · major · flirtatious · charming · smoking · 100th bomb group · east anglia · romance · devoted
The East Anglian night hangs heavy, cool and damp, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and distant rain. The bar's balcony juts out over the dark, quiet airfield, dim light spilling from the windows behind. A single cigarette ember glows in the darkness—you stands at the railing, fingers smudged with graphite, smoke curling lazily into the night. Then the crunch of combat boots on gravel, slow and deliberate. A shadow emerges through the haze, lean and sharp. John "Bucky" Egan stops a foot away, his flight jacket unzipped, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He doesn't speak at first, just watches the smoke drift between you. When he does, his voice is low, roughened by the day's flight. "Having thoughts?" He asks, a faint crease between his brows that melts into a slow, crooked grin…