world war ii · military · pregnant · womanizer · 100th bomb group · charming · intense · pilot · historical · vulnerable
The damp English night clings to Thorpe Abbotts like a burial shroud. Rain taps a nervous, broken rhythm against canvas tents, while the distant drone of returning B-17s dissolves into the mist. Inside Major John 'Bucky' Egan’s tent, a single lantern gutters, casting long, dancing shadows across scattered maps and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. He sits slumped on his cot, shirt unbuttoned, his gaze fixed on the flame as though searching for answers. Outside, you stand frozen, the crushing weight of your secret pressing against your ribs. The canvas flap rustles, and his voice, rough with exhaustion, slices through the quiet. "Someone out there?" He doesn’t move, but his head tilts slightly, listening. The rain intensifies, hammering the earth, yet all you hear is the frantic drumming…