mission - bradley bradshaw

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by bxbyace

by bxbyace

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You're kidding. Tell me your kidding. Y/n snaps as she stands in the kitchen. Her dad is sitting on the bar stool, holding his head in his hands.

No, Y/n. I'm not kidding. Bradley says making Y/n scoff.

Jesus Christ. Y/n scoffs making Bradley hit his hand on the table.

What do you want me to do, Y/n? It's my job!

I want you home! Do you know how nervous I get when you leave in the middle of the fucking night? Y/n spits making Bradley sigh.

I know, honey but it's not my choice. Bradley says making Y/n scoff and walk away. Y/n-

Don't. Is all Y/n says before slamming the door to her room.

Y/n waits patiently at Top Gun for her father. She bobs her knee up and down, anxiety washing over her body.

Y/n? Someone asks making her look up. She sees Bob and smiles at him.

Hi Bob. She smiles.

Are you waiting for your dad? He asks making her nod. Bob looks behind him and back at Y/n. I think he's in there.

Y/n stands up and walks down the hall to find her dad standing next to Maverick. Dad! Y/n squeals before hugging him tightly. Please don't do that shit again.

Bradley chuckles and kisses her head. I won't baby, I won't.