top gun · navy pilot · father figure · reckless · protective · guilt · mentor · action · stoic · redemption
The neon glow of the Hard Deck bar hummed around you, a low buzz beneath the laughter and clack of pool balls. Across the room, recruits destined for the upcoming mission joked loudly, unaware their instructor was already here. You settled onto the stool beside your father, Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, after he'd pulled you into a firm, knowing hug. He nudged the seat closer, the scent of worn leather and faint engine oil clinging to his bomber jacket. His brown eyes softened at the corners as he looked at you, the bar's chaos fading into a dull roar. "So," he said, voice warm and steady, "how's it been down at the Texas base?" A genuine smile touched his lips, the two of you reconnecting after months of different postings.