"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒."
in which, two old friends are called back to top gun to train for a dangerous mission and their old feelings for each other start to resurface
[bradley brads...
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ELLIE SAT WITH HER FEET PROPPED UP ON THE TABLE IN THE HANGAR with the other pilots as they waited to meet their instructor for the mission. She sat next to Daniel, both of them sitting in front of Bob and Natasha.
Bradley sat on the other side of the aisle, along with Hangman and the others. Daniel was talking with Natasha and Bob as the blonde kept her focus ahead.
She was wondering why Maverick was back at Top Gun, she knew there was no way he would come back willingly. Then the blonde realized, was it to come and teach them for the mission?
"Hey, who do you think they're gonna get to teach us?" Daniel asked as he leaned over to her.
"I'm not sure, but I have an idea on who it might be," Ellie replied.
"Who?" Daniel asked.
"All I know is that if I'm right, Rooster won't be happy with it," Ellie told him.
Daniel furrowed his eyebrows before he quickly realized who she was talking about. "Oh, they're still not on good terms?"
"No," Ellie shook her head, her eyes gazing over to Bradley for a moment.
"Do you actually think it's gonna be Maverick?" Daniel asked again.
Ellie nodded. "I have a feeling."
"Attention on deck!"
Everyone quickly stood from their seats, standing at attention and looking ahead as Warlock walked over and stood in front of the podium, his eyes gazing over the aviators.
"Morning," he said. "Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated."
They all took their seats, sliding their chairs back towards their desks. Ellie sighed and leaned forward, her hands clasped together as she trained all her attention on Warlock.
"I'm Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander," Warlock introduced himself. "You're all Top Gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best. That was yesterday. The enemy's new fifth-generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box."
Ellie watched as Hangman turned in his seat, his eyes landing on her and Natasha. Phoenix only raised her middle finger, resting it against her temple as Ellie held eye contact with him. Jake smiled at her, but he was the first to look away.
"Half of you will make the cut," Warlock continued to explain. "One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve."
Hangman turned in his seat again, looking at Rooster, who held eye contact. Ellie rolled her eyes, leaning back in her seat as she crossed her arms.
