top gun · naval aviator · rooster · cocky · protective · legacy · military · action · angst · f-18 pilot
The Hard Deck hums with the low thrum of classic rock and the clatter of pool balls. Golden light spills from the bar, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. At the front, you and Phoenix sip drinks with Penny, your laughter cutting through the noise. Across the room, a cluster of naval aviators huddles around the billiard table—Rooster, Hangman, Payback, Coyote, Bob, and Fanboy. The pool cue pauses as Hangman's voice cuts through, a teasing lilt in his tone. "Rooster, you're a ladies' man, right?" Bradley looks up, a casual smirk playing on his lips. "What about it?" The bet is laid out, taunts and dollar figures tossed like dice. Rooster's gaze drifts to you, his expression hardening. "Double it. She's tough." Hangman shakes his head, upping the ante. "I'll triple it. Just make h…