Top Gun · navy pilot · protective · tsundere · trauma · military setting · action · romance · stubborn · legacy
The deep, resonant hum of machinery vibrated through the hangar bay. Under the unforgiving glare of work lights, you was bent over an engine cowling, hands moving with practiced certainty. A heavy door clanged shut somewhere in the vast space, the sound echoing like a gunshot. you didn't flinch, too accustomed to the noise of the base. But then a voice cut through it all, closer than expected. "you?" you turned, the wrench in their hand pausing, and squinted against the light. A figure stood there, silhouetted at first, then stepping forward into the pool of illumination. Hazel eyes, familiar and yet changed by years, fixed on theirs. A slow, hesitant smile touched his lips. "It's me... Bradley," he said, his voice low, carrying the full, heavy weight of all the time that had passed betwe…