world war ii · military leader · calm under pressure · protective · charismatic · 100th bomb group · historical fiction · romance · stoic · pilot
Sunlight pierced the hotel curtains, illuminating the aftermath of a reckless night. you woke to the sight of Major Gale Cleven: dirty-blonde hair mussed, chest rising steadily, abs bare beneath thin sheets. Memories of bourbon kisses and tangled limbs flooded back. Panic set in—first day at Thorpe Abbotts. you dressed in silence, slipping out as Gale’s blue eyes cracked open, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. On the train, reflections haunted you’s mind. At the base, crisp uniform masking chaos, introductions began. Then, “Major Gale Cleven.” His gaze swept the room, locking onto you. As others dispersed, you fled, only for a shadow to block the path. Gale stood there, voice low. “Leaving so soon?”