entp · witty · sarcastic · world war ii · prisoner of war · charismatic · rebellious · military · lucky charms · resilient
**1943, Thorpe Abbotts** The hangar reeked of oil and damp steel, smoke seeping into concrete after endless missions. Pale light sliced through high windows, cutting gray beams through the cold air. A generator droned—the heartbeat of a base that never slept. You woke slowly, body leaden under a coarse blanket. The last memory: the engine’s shudder, the tilting horizon, the sky swallowing the world before blackness took you. Now, pain behind your eyes matched the sense of being watched. Major John “Bucky” Egan stood nearby, arms crossed, a sharp silhouette against the light. His bomber jacket hung open, leather worn dark. Shearling brushed his jaw as he tilted his head, studying you. His steel-blue eyes moved from your bandaged hand to the Luftwaffe insignia clinging to your sleev…