Ghost was one of the most recent graduates from Top Gun quickly making a name for herself. When she gets recalled with the best of the best, she realizes her work is cut out for her if she wants to make the team. And one of her biggest obstacles is...
It had been a week of the early wake up calls and you were getting close to nailing the course. Maverick voiced his concern early on, but knew it was a losing battle and settled for watching on the side. Even though the group trained together, it still seemed like it was everyone for themselves. Things between Bradley and Hangman only seemed to worsen, and Maverick was at his wits end. Today was the last straw for everyone.
Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote were up running through training while the rest of you sat in the room watching the simulation. You were falling asleep sitting up in a chair until Bradley nudged you. "Maybe you should take a break for a few days and get some actual rest. You look shit."
"Wow, Rooster. Way to make a girl feel good about herself. And I almost have everything down. A few more training days aren't going to make a difference." You heard someone scoff from the other side of the room and didn't have to look to figure out who it was. Bradley was all over it.
"I don't know what you said to her, but you are the reason she's doing this. So do us all a favor and keep your mouth shut for once." You tipped your head back and closed your eyes, not wanting to get into any of that.
"All I said was that she wasn't ready. Same thing I said to you except she actually realizes she needed to do something and not just mope around like a kicked puppy." Hangman didn't know when to stop, and you mentally noted that it was his biggest downfall. You opened your eyes when you heard a chair get knocked over and saw Bradley red in the face.
"And you are ready for this? Because the only thing I've seen you do is leave your team behind and still not make the time. You should be the one out there working to get better, not Ghost."
You stood up to leave when Bradley asked where you were going. "We have a job to do and sitting around here pointing the finger isn't going to fix it. Say what you want about each other, but the last time I wasn't prepared for something, my WSO died." Both froze when you said that and decided now was the best time walk away. Nearly running into Maverick on the way out, he stopped you and asked what was going on. "Dumb and dumber are at it again. Didn't feel like playing the middle child."
The look on his face told you he was done with everyone's shit. "Grab stuff for a workout. We are getting off base." Trying your hardest not to groan at his choice of words, you walked off to your locked to get changed.
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Maverick took us to the beach and refused to say why until we were all there. You all carpooled with each other, but there were seldom any conversations. Bob, bless his heart, tried to talk about something he saw on TV the other night to lighten the mood. It was more of him awkwardly talking to himself about it, but you appreciated his attempt.
The group of you were at the beach in front of the Hard Deck. Maverick very clearly had a thing for Penny, and you didn't think this spot was chosen at random. He began to explain what the hell you were doing out here and it didn't take long for you to label him as crazy. Dogfight football was the team building exercise Maverick deemed would work. Everyone was split into two teams, both playing offence and defense at the same time. From the outside looking in, it looked like a whole cluster of a mess.
