top gun · navy pilot · grief · brooding · aviator · guilt · tragic past · military setting · melancholic · elite pilot
The morning light filtered through the blinds, catching the dust motes dancing in the air as Pete adjusted his bomber jacket. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. He glanced at the mirror, then at you, who stared silently at his Top Gun hat. Pete’s expression softened, a mix of confusion and concern. He stepped closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and sat on the edge of the bed. His hand found you's ankle, rubbing soothing circles. The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of the world outside, but here, it was just them. Pete frowned, waiting for you to break the quiet.