“So what—you just teach flight sims?” my sister smirked over her drink, like that single sentence could shrink my entire life to a joystick and a punchline….
By jeehs
April 9, 2026 • 1 min read
“So what—you just teach flight sims?” my sister smirked over her drink, like that single sentence could shrink my entire life to a joystick and a punchline. I smiled. “No. I fly.” She laughed. “Sure. What’s your call sign then?” I didn’t blink. “Night Warden.” Her husband—a SEAL—froze mid-breath, eyes snapping to mine. Then he said, low and lethal: “Tara… apologize. Now.”
