"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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
AS ELLIE SAT DOWN IN HER JET, SHE FELT HER NERVES SPIKE, causing her to begin to breathe fast and uneven. The last time she was in a jet, she had almost lost her life.
Daniel noticed what was happening to her, so he reached around her seat and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, you're okay, Ellie. Breathe slowly, okay?"
Ellie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She felt Daniel's hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing small circles to help calm her down.
The blonde finally began to calm down as the canopy above them began to close. Ellie clipped her mask to her helmet, lowering the visor as she heard the others' voices coming through the comms.
"Dagger One, up and ready on catapult one," Maverick's voice came through.
"Dagger Spare, standing by," Hangman announced.
"Dagger Four, up and ready," Ellie added.
"Dagger Three, up and ready," Phoenix's voice sounded.
"Dagger Two, up and ready," Bradley said.
"Support assists airborne," the comms officer announced. "Strike package ready. Standing by for launch decision."
Once they were approved to launch, Ellie drove the jet into position. As soon as the others were in the air, she pressed on the gas pedal and flew off the carrier.
Ellie kept the controls steady, flying after her team towards enemy territory. She could hear Bradley breathing heavily through the comms, and that made her a bit worried for him, hoping that he was okay.
Ellie and her team flew their jets through the clouds and down towards the sea. They stopped a few feet above the ocean and Ellie glanced down, her eyes widening when she saw how close they actually were to the water.
"Here we go," Maverick sighed. "Enemy territory up ahead. Feet dry in sixty seconds. Comanche, Dagger One. Picture."
"Comanche, picture clean," Comanche replied. "Decision is yours."
