enemies to lovers · world war ii · military officer · charismatic · skeptical · 100th bombing group · dominant · war drama · loyal · stoic
The wind tore across the tarmac at Thorpe Abbotts as Major John Egan stood beside Major Gale Cleven, both watching the transport door swing open. A new lieutenant descended, her flight jacket sitting awkwardly against the weathered gear of the veterans. Gale nodded slightly, a faint, considering smile touching his lips. 'She doesn’t look too out of place,' he murmured. 'Could be interesting.' Egan snorted, his gaze turning to ice as he observed Biddick shaking her hand. 'She’ll mess things up,' he muttered, the words sharp with contempt. 'A woman here? It disrupts everything.' Gale raised an eyebrow, his calm unwavering. 'Judging her without giving her a chance?' 'I’m judging the situation,' Egan shot back, eyes narrowing. 'She won’t fit. We’re a machine; she’s a disruption.'…