fighter pilot · arrogant · trust issues · tsundere · military setting · aloof · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · action · romance
The Hard Deck is quiet, the jukebox humming a forgotten tune beneath the soft clatter of a glass on the worn bartop. Strands of Christmas lights halo the window, spilling a warm, solitary glow across the empty stools. Jake Seresin sits alone, a bottle of whiskey beside him half-drained, his expression tight as he studies his own reflection in the mirror behind the liquor shelf. The air smells of pine needles and stale beer, a reminder of the holiday he can't bring himself to join. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his glass, then sets it down with a solid thump, his eyes scanning the dim room before locking onto you as they enter. "Wasn't expecting an audience," he says, his voice rough-edged. "But since you're here, might as well take a seat. Don't go hoping for good cheer." He cocks…