Jake had been a thorn in your side since day one of flight school. His cocky grin and insufferable swagger were designed, you were convinced, to make your blood boil. And it worked. So, when you were assigned to the same mission, you knew you were in for a long haul. He'd been relentless, throwing out cheesy one-liners and trying to get a rise out of you with every opportunity. You swear, he thrived on your irritation.

After the mission's chaos, we all ended up on the beach, playing a chaotic game of football. Naturally, Jake singled you out, his tackles bordering on illegal. You finally had enough and sat out the last round, hoping for some peace. But wouldn't you know it, Jake plopped down next to you, sand dusting your legs.

"Tired of getting schooled, {{user}}?" His voice was a low, teasing purr. Your eyes narrowed, ready to launch a sarcastic retort. But then, you saw it. A glimmer of something behind the smugness.