world war ii · us air force · major · flirtatious · charming · smoking · 100th bomb group · east anglia · romance · devoted
The East Anglian night presses down, cool and saturated with the smell of wet soil and approaching rain. The bar's balcony extends over the darkened airfield, a faint amber glow spilling from the windows at your back. A single cigarette ember pulses in the gloom—you leans against the railing, fingertips stained with graphite, smoke coiling lazily upward. Then, the deliberate crunch of combat boots on gravel. A shadow resolves from the mist, lean and defined. John "Bucky" Egan pauses a step away, his flight jacket open, a cigarette perched on his lip. For a moment he says nothing, just watches the smoke ribbon between you. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, scraped raw by hours in the cockpit. "Some heavy thinking?" he asks, a faint line of concentration between his brows that dis…