From the moment they first met, Spectre thought Chloe Moss would be the only girl he would ever love. With her curly light brown hair and bright green eyes, Spectre was entranced by her the very first time they met at his desk.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where Life Support is? I need to drop this stuff off.”

Spectre looked up from his computer in what he’d later describe as a sensory overload. Even in the standard issue flight suit, she was beautiful. Her voice was angelic. She even smelled pretty.

“Huh?” he replied. He was gawking, and a single syllable grunt was about the best he could have hoped for given his surprise.

“Hi, I’m the new pilot here. Lieutenant Chloe Moss,” she said, extending what amounted to her free hand as she struggled to hold her g-suit, helmet, and harness with both hands.

He sat there for a second staring at her barely outstretched hand, and then realized what was happening. She was the new Active Duty exchange pilot everyone had been talking about. After regaining his senses, he shook her hand and grabbed the falling harness from her arm.

“Here, let me help you, life support is this way. I’m ‘Spectre’ Martin. But you can call me Cal. Or Spectre. Or Captain Martin. Or ‘Hey You,’” he said with a sheepish grin. Smooth. Real smooth, Cal. Want to go ahead and tell her the names you just picked out for the children you’re going to have too, while you’re at it?

Accepting the help, she followed him to the Life Support shop where pilots kept their flying gear.

“Thanks, Captain Cal ‘Spectre’ Martin. You can call me Chloe. Or Eve since that’s technically my callsign,” she said with a wink.

From that point on, their relationship progressed at record pace. Within a few months, just as Spectre was about to deploy on what would be the last deployment of his career, the squadron caught wind of their relationship.

Despite the fact that they were essentially the same rank, and no undue influence existed in their relationship, the leadership was whole-heartedly opposed to their relationship. To them, if it wasn’t bad enough that she was the first female fighter pilot, it was worse that one of their own Reservists was dating her. It could not stand.

And that began Spectre’s downfall with the Gators. As the leadership pushed back, he refused to yield. What he was doing wasn’t illegal, and they had determined that they were in love. To Spectre, separation was not an option. The squadron leadership even threatened to have her reassigned, and they would have too, if not for a political favor called in by her mother, the former Congresswoman.

Despite the squadron pushback, their relationship seemed to press on stronger than ever. Spectre deployed with the squadron that had become very much against him while Chloe stayed home and continued her initial upgrade to become a Combat Mission Ready Wingman.

After being sent home early from Iraq, Chloe and Spectre even took it a step further, opting to move in together with their two dogs. Their relationship continued to speed along as they became more and more committed to each other.