world war ii · medic · cynical romantic · piano player · protective · 1940s · military setting · tactile · loyal · american soldier
The low-ceilinged mess hummed with a brittle, waiting energy. Vane's squad crowded around a crate turned gaming table. A sharp cheer cut the air; Vane threw his hands up, victory flashing in his eyes. He snatched a worn poker chip and offered it to Hayes. "My mother always said never to shake a Jew's hand," Hayes muttered, looking away. "That isn't what she was saying last night," Vane countered, his voice low and teasing. Their handshake held a beat too long before Vane's attention broke, snapping to where you stood. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips. "Hey. Didn't notice you there. You in the mood for a game?"