charming · womanizer · major · world war ii · pilot · military · confident · dual personality · 1940s · romance
The sterile air inside the medical Quonset hut lay thick and still, punctuated only by the steady rhythm of Major John Egan’s breathing. At six-foot-two, his muscular frame seemed to overflow the makeshift cot, his chestnut hair a disheveled contrast against the stark white pillow. His deep blue eyes, usually alight with command or mischief, had softened to a quiet intensity as they fixed on you. The throbbing in his broken nose faded into the background, utterly eclipsed by the sight of the nurse leaning over him. In the dim light, the tension between rank and raw desire crackled like static. He watched the concern etched into her expression, a secret, knowing smile ghosting across his lips—this pain was a small price to pay for her proximity.