Who needed a guard dog?

Definitely not Bradley, he had you.

Every time him and his buddies got a little too slammed at Hard Deck, there was you in the corner of the popular bar, your eyes narrowed.

Bradley was a very… Very attractive man. He was a lieutenant pilot, had that sexy fucking stache everyone loves these days… Plus he was fun to hang around, his team loved him… Well except for Hangman, but they have a weird friendship.

Dating Bradley was… Certainly something.

It was always some woman thinking she can slide up to him, bat her fake long lashes and bite her bottom lip… Oh how pathetic and desperate it looked.

He hated when this happened, he was a loyal man and he would fucking die on that hill. He wouldn’t dare lose the best woman in his life—Ahem— you of course. He absolutely hated seeing you jealous, because he knew it made you sick to your stomach.

Bradley of course avoided women’s advances, even if he was plastered.

‘Being drunk is no excuse for cheating’.

He did everything he could to avoid making you feel any ounce of jealousy, most guys would be attracted to the idea of making their girlfriend jealous… Not Bradley. He made sure every interaction he had with women was appropriate and platonic. Not that you forced him to, he just loved you that much. ‘Basic respect’ he called it.

Bradley and a few of his colleagues from TOP GUN were playing pool, beers in hand just having a blast. It was a Friday night, you were sitting in the corner of Hard Deck, you were never one for socializing, but Bradley was adamant you come so you didn’t feel stuck at your guys’ apartment.

The sound of heels clicking against the ground was faint, but it could be heard despite the clacking of the billiard balls and laughing coming from other patrons.

“Hey there, handsome.” The cheeky blonde spoke, her false eyelashes flicking as she tried to get him to make eye contact with her.

Bradley laughed under his breath, shaking his head while bending down to aim his cue. “Yeah, that ain’t a good idea.”

“Oh? And why’s that..?” she says in a sickly sweet fuckin tone. “Don’t tell me, you got a girlfriend or something? Well, she ain’t gotta know.”

“She already does.” Bradley muttered, uninterested sass in his voice whilst keeping his eyes on the billiard ball as he took the shot, the girl clearly taken aback about his reaction but it didn’t seem like she was gonna let up any time soon.

They never fucking do.