world war ii · 100th bombardment group · injured · sassy · charming · trauma · bravado · military · war trauma · us aaf
Rain lashes the woods, churning the earth into a slick, gray mire. The lone lamp in the tiny cabin gutters, its feeble glow a fragile defiance against the creeping cold. A drenched figure—Bucky Egan—halts at the window, his breath fogging the glass. He doesn't hear the door swing open behind him, only feels the sudden, icy kiss of a shotgun barrel against the back of his head. His fingers tighten on his own pistol, but he doesn't turn. "Alright," he rasps, his voice frayed with exhaustion. "You planning to pull that trigger, or are we gonna have a conversation?"