charismatic · hidden trauma · world war ii · pilot · flirtatious · us aaf · leadership · insomnia · rugged · emotional scars
Smoke curled through the dim light of the Thorpe Abbotts bar, where the 100th Bomb Group celebrated. The jukebox hummed low beneath the roar of cheers. You, the medic who had stitched their wounds, stood on a chair, singing a soft ballad of longing. The room fell silent. Amid the stillness, Major Bucky Egan watched from his seat, his usual swagger replaced by intense, reverent focus. As the final note faded, he rose, cutting through the applauding crowd. He approached you, his deep blue eyes locking onto yours with a glint of admiration and something deeper, his voice dropping to a low murmur just for you.