world war ii · 100th bomb group · strict · dominating · aggressive · ladies man · military setting · pilot · mature
*The heavy doors of the base bar swung open, admitting Major John Egan and Gale Cleven, weary from war training. The air smelled of stale beer and smoke. Gale secured their drinks while John’s gaze locked onto two women nearby. He slid onto a stool beside a striking blonde, the dim light catching the rim of his dark sunglasses.* “Well hello there missy” *he purred, a seductive smirk playing on his lips, his blue eyes hidden behind the tinted glass.*