Notcre8tif

          
          Stuff I’m working on in the brain after the first H.A.W.X. story is complete: (I figured you would want to see what I have in mind)
          
          Wēi is supposed to be extremely smart. And sort of that evil/temptress thing, substantially more refined than Raptor. In the sequel or perhaps a smaller plot in between (like an OVA or sum), Wēi is gonna use Raptor to kneecap China’s sixth gen program to keep her relevant for a longer period. 
          
          There’s another thing as well about North Korea buying the Typhoon class submarine Dimitry Donskoy and converting it into a submarine carrier with MiG-29s equipped with nuclear bombs to blow up Hawaii. (H.A.W.X. The people’s salvation)
          
          I also plan on making a spinoff called H.A.W.X. Lightning strikes for F-35 Lightning girl. And then H.A.W.X.2 will mostly center around a plot that’s mostly tied around F-47 entering service and being unable to suppress her emotions and lust for carnage. (based off stealth 2005)

Only thing I think you need is to make each part 10 times longer, use some ai to lengthen the story part before you publish. And then make some edits to the text so that it isn’t unreadable ai slop. 1000 words is a comfy absolute minimum for me. 

Here is what I would do for your story. You have the plot down, but everything feels very short and generic. 
          
          1) Make the characters feel more lifelike and less like robots that spit dialogue. Think of real people and how they would act. Think of experiences that a normal person would have and relate things from the story to real life. 
          2) Use your language to make a picture. Use a narrator point of view to describe set pieces in detail, make everything have a natural flow. Remember, the reader isn’t stupid most of the time, they can pick up some things subtly. 
          
          Eg: The weather was damn near freezing outside. 
          
          Dan shivered, deliberately closing his mouth so that his teeth don’t chatter as he pressed the cold brim of his metal binoculars to his face, scanning the horizon. 
          
          It was all just trees, fields and small hills. 
          
          Dan thought about how the enemy could take this, then he realized they were Russians. They could go hiking an iceberg in a speedo and they wouldn’t feel a thing. 
          
          “Damn…” Dan said. 
          
          “What. Cold already?” Jack said, his own head sticking out of the adjacent hatch. 
          
          “You’re not cold?”
          
          “I’ve been sitting out here all night genius. I’ve lost all feeling three hours ago…. And before you ask, you’re taking the night shift. I ain’t doing that crap no more.”