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(Top Gun Maverick)Doll Pt 1 - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Imagine your Mav's daughter and you followed in his footsteps. What happens when you along with some of your old flight buddies are brought back to Top Gun for the uranium mission? 

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The warm gusts of the dry desert air carried little bits of the sand that littered the ground throughout all of Miramar.

And the scorching rays of the blinding sun followed suit.

Making being outdoors miserable for most.

But not for you.

You were a "desert child", having spent most of your childhood running around a hanger in the middle of the desert, screaming anytime when it was deemed "too hot" to play outside.

The dull heat was your happy place.

It reminded you of home and of being happy.

Because you did have a good childhood, despite the hardships that you faced at a young age.

Everyone around you that had a hand in raising you made sure of that.

Stepping out onto your balcony you welcomed the warm sun that fell on your face, closing your eyes and smiling, taking in the brief moment of peace that you were experiencing.

After a few minutes, you padded into your apartment and let a sad smile make its way onto your face as you peered down at your khakis perfectly pressed and laid across your dresser.

Slowly you undressed out of the clothes you had been lounging around in all day and pulled the starchy uniform onto your body making sure that it looked perfect.

You knew exactly what was going to happen in a little less than an hour, part of you was excited.

You were guaranteed to see some people that you knew since they had reached out already.

But a part of you was on edge.

Getting the call back to Top Gun for a special assignment is more nerve-wracking than getting told that you were assigned to a unit that was stationed in Korea for a year.

You went through the rest of the motions of getting ready and letting yourself out of your apartment for the night.

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The walk to the Hard Deck helped calm your nerves.

Taking in the salty air as you near the bar and make your way onto the beach, you could see the twinkling lights of your favorite establishment in all of San Diego.

It was one that you frequented, especially when the aviators rolled in from deployments wanting to blow off steam.

Or when you became stateside after long deployments and just wanted a crisp pint of American brew.

Pulling open the heavy door you took in the sights in front of you.

You saw the local veterans that took up the same booths every night swapping war stories.

The new recruits in their dress whites hit on the group of local girls who were newly twenty-one and could get served.

And then in the corner of the bar crowded around the couple of pool tables was your crowd.

Even though the color is normally dull and blends in, the khaki uniforms shone brightly when so many were huddled together.

"Babydoll!"

Your head whipped around refacing the pool tables to see the smirking face that had shouted out your call sign.

You met his smirk and rolled your eyes at his smugness.