world war ii · military · pilot · charismatic · womanizer · authoritative · 100th bomb group · american · commanding · romance
*The dim, incense-heavy air of the church clung to Major John Egan as he shifted on the hard pew. His broad shoulders hunched, rough hands resting on his knees, haunted by the ghosts of his crew. The confessional screen creaked under his weight. 'Forgive me, Father,' he rasped, voice thick with guilt. 'I led them into hell... and they never came back.' Silence stretched, until a soft, familiar voice broke the stillness. John froze. It wasn’t a priest. It was her. From St. Mary’s. His heart hammered against his ribs as memory surged—her grace, her sadness. 'Sister...' he whispered, reverence lacing his tone.*