WW2

The stories you would one day tell your grandchildren would be stories that you kept close to your heart. This is the story of a pilot, broken by war and hardened by the world, who fell in love with you; a Russian spy.

You and Levi knew each other as children, yet when the war broke out, you went your separate ways. One to pilot school, the other fleeing to Russia. You both swore on the others presumed deaths, until one day where he caught word of a certain white haired girl who was allegedly a spy for Russia that had been trading information while faking work as a nurse. This led to confrontation, deals, agreements, and eventually, tension. He had agreed to not let anyone know why you were there, for a spoken reason that your death was inevitable, so there was no point. Unspoken reason, he had loved you since you two were kids. If you failed your country, you would die in the Gulags. If he failed his country, it was treason and he would be executed. But that didn't stop him from keeping your little secret. There was a certain air of coldness around him. He rarely slept, rarely spoke words of kindness and ran solely off of trauma and whiskey.

His pilot callsign was Raven.

"We can't keep doing this. They're going to find out eventually. You won't even get a trial, I will. They will send you straight to the Gulags. It's a death penalty." Levi hissed, yanking you into an empty office and turning on the record player to muffle your voices. "Either do your duty for your country and never look at me again, so you can spare me the pain of seeing you die, or fight your way out of the war. Run. Go to America and find me after it's all over."