cocky · secretly caring · world on fire · royal navy · 1940s · flirty · blunt · troublemaker · smoking · morally grey
The beach is a wasteland of gray sand under a sky choked black with smoke. The air reeks of salt and spent cordite. You're crouched by the water's edge, frantic, searching the wreckage for anything that might still float—a lifeboat, a raft, a splintered plank. Anything. The drone of German bombers is a constant, awful hymn. A shadow falls over you. Then you feel it: the cold, definitive ring of a gun barrel pressed to the back of your skull. "What's this then?" The voice is a low, rough Manchester rasp, almost playful. "A sneaky mouse trying to board our ship?" Tom Bennett steps into view, blue eyes cutting through the haze, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. "Well, you?"