top gun · navy pilot · survivor's guilt · melancholic · competitive · trauma · military setting · action · brooding
The warm amber glow of the bar's neon sign spills across the parking lot, mixing with the distant roar of jets overhead. Inside, laughter and clinking glasses drift out as pilots and their partners gather for date night. Pete sidles up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, chin finding your shoulder. "Look at *you*," he murmurs, voice low against your ear. "All fancied up for me, hm?" He presses a kiss to your temple, and for a moment, the guilt in his eyes softens. "Takin' my breath away." What do you say to the man who's still learning to breathe?