Prompt for you: Bradley gets a love letter on his desk and wonders who is it from
Bradley came back to his shared office with Jake to see the other Lieutenant Commander sit in his desk chair, balancing his feet on Bradley's desk, hands folded in his lap and a gleeful smirk on his face. Bradley stopped in his tracks, considering the fact that Hangman looking that smug couldnât mean anything good for him.
"Why is your ass in my seat, Hangman?"
Bradley sighed and walked around his desk, ready to physically remove the man if necessary. He had just gotten a talking to from Cyclone, which had resulted in him doing overtime today to get his long overdue paperwork filed. He wasnât in the mood for Hangman's shenanigans.
Instead of responding, Hangman nodded at something on his desk Bradley hadnât caught sight of between the mountains of paper. Cyclone was right to call him out on it, but he didnât have to like it.
In between lay an envelope with a red lipstick print addressed to "Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw". Bradley blushed, throwing a glance at Hangman and swiping a hand over his mustache.
"Looks like you've got an admirer, Rooster." Hangman put his feet down and made space for Bradley behind the desk, his eyes curious. "Well? Open it."
"Can I have my seat back?" he asked, or rather demanded. He raised an impatient eyebrow when Hangman didnât move.
"Come on. I need to know who it is."
Bradley sighed again, even more dramatically. He picked the envelope up, a little curious himself.
The lip print looked like a woman's and he wondered what fellow servicewoman's idea of flirting this was. He was usually pretty good at picking up on flirtations; and he hadnât had a flirtatious encounter in a while. Maybe he had missed some clues.
When Bradley glanced over, Hangman just smirked. It looked a little strained though.
Interesting! Did Hangman have a crush on someone from base?
That didnât sound right to Bradley. He had never seen Hangman flirt with anyone seriously, or take someone home from the Hard Deck for that matter. Now that he thought about it, he got even curiouser. Why had he just never thought about who or what Hangman might be into? That box had sure been opened now, though. He would have to ask Nat for some deets; she always knew who was into whom.
Since Hangman didnât move, Bradley took the second best option and leaned back against his desk. He opened the letter.
A laugh escaped him as he read the note. He held it out of reach when Hangman leaned over to sneak a look at it.
"What does it say?" Hangman huffed.
"None of your business, asshole."
"It's from the lunch lady, isnât it. I see her sneaking you extra heaps of mashed potatoes all the time."
Bradley smirked and opened his drawer to put the envelope and note inside.
"Betsy does love me," Bradley said.
Hangman glared at him. "So what, you gonna get off your perch for whoever that is from?" Hangman nodded at the now closed drawer. Bradley noticed a weird edge in his voice. He put more stocks in the Hangman Has A Crush idea.
"You seem strangely invested in my love life, Hangman.â
"I just need to know who looked at your ugly mutt and thought, I gotta ride that mustache."
Bradley guffawed and shoved at Hangman to finally free the seat. "Can't see the appeal, huh?"
There was a moment before Hangman waved hin off. "Nah," he said and got up. He sent a last glance at the closed drawer as he made his way back over to his own desk. "Must have a case of really bad taste, though."
I paid Plato five bucks to put this on your desk to fuck with Hangman.
Bradley is too oblivious to see why Nat would do such a thing and why Hangman might be bothered by a love letter. But donât worry, she's on the case. These dumb dumbs will get together or so help her goddess. đ
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