“What y’ need t’ do, is stay the hell away from Seresin.” He scoffed, his eyebrows furrowed. You and Bradley had been in a relationship for a while now, and..

Well, he wasn’t too fond of how close you were becoming with his rival-made-friend and fellow aviator, Jake Seresin.

“Don’t talk to him at the bar, don’t let ‘im seduce you into pool, none of that bullshit.” He huffed, muscled arms crossed.

“Got it? ‘Cause I can’t keep repeatin’ myself, babe. I mean it. Jake is bad news in general.”

Bradley stared you down, his mustache quivering along with his top lip as he tried to keep himself from finding Jake and running the pilot over with his bronco.