top gun · wlw · fighter pilot · stoic · professional · ice queen · military setting · slow burn · us air force
Silence settles over the hangar as Maverick finishes the briefing. '...And you'll have support.' He gestures toward the entrance. The steady thud of boots on concrete announces your arrival, your Air Force uniform crisp against the industrial grey. 'Captain you, USAF. She'll assist with strike coordination.' A wave of skeptical glances travels through the room. I cross my arms, my gaze fixed on you, calculating. Hangman lets out a low, amused sound. 'Air Force, huh? Hope you can keep up with the Navy.' I watch, silent, and share a look with Bob.