#hangman and rooster got in a little scuffle

[buckys-estrella]

I had the most delicious dream ab bob floyd and I’ve been replaying it in my head since I woke up

[ohtobeleah]

Road head with Rooster. Need I say more?

“Rooster, man—you better get your girl home before she goes another round with Javy.” Phoenix snickered as she watched you and Coyote belt out your latest karaoke song. So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings by Caroline Polachek. 

“Ducks looked better Bradshaw—“ Hangman smirked as he patted Bradley’s shoulder a few times with a gentle sigh. “I’ll help you get her to the Bronco." Duck – It took a while before you got the hang of evasive maneuvering, as good as a sitting duck when dog fighting. The callsign had stuck. 

“Thanks Man.” Rooster had pulled the short straw between the two of you tonight. He was hailed the designated driver—you were free to drink till your little heart's content. “And she’s not my girl Trance, we’re just mates is all.” 

He didn’t want to be just friends with the girl who lived next door or his wingwoman or the girl who would always without fail make sure he paid his tab. He didn’t want to be just friends with the girl who’d drive him home some nights like he would her. He didn’t want to be just friends with the girl he would stare at lovingly for hours if his friends let him. He didn’t want to be just friends with all the x-rated dreaming he did—but you were in fact…..Just friends. 

“Jesus fucking Christ Roos she smells like a distillery.” Jake groaned as he helped Rooster drag you out to his car. You were acting in defiance—dragging your feet and slumping low because you weren’t finished singing karaoke with Javy. “How is she still alive?” 

“Beats me.” 

“You two are fucking jerks.” You mumbled as Jake shoved you into the passenger seat of the Bronco he loved to hate and hated to love. “I'm not even that far gone, look!” You scuffled with Hangman as he tried to subdue you back into the car but you were all too persistent. “See, watch me walk a straight line–” You tried to do that just, except you took one step and fell right into Bradley as he put his arms out to catch you. “Opps–”

“Okay killer, let's get you home.” Rooster laughed as he slugged you back into the car. Shutting the door before you had a chance to debate it. 

“Good luck man, You’re gonna need it.” Jake just shook his head and laughed as he waved Rooster off, watching as you immediately let your head fall to his shoulder the moment he put the Bronco in reverse. 

As Rooster drove you back to yours with your head on his shoulder, your hand gently grasped over his crotch in an attempt to push yourself up a little more. His breath hitched in his throat as the sensation. Surely that was an accident but still–it felt way too good for what it was. 

“Jeez Duck, Hangman was right–you do smell like a distillery? How much have you had to drink?” 

“Enough to know that that gave you a semi.” It was too quick of a response for you to not know what you were up to. “Did that feel good Bradshaw?” You gently gazed your open palm across his crotch with more conviction this time, reveling in the soft groan that escaped Bradleys mouth as he focused his eyes on the road in front of him. Two hands on the wheel just to stop himself from going completely feral. “God, that's so hot.” 

“Y/n, stop.” Bradley hissed as you worked your hand over his clothed crotch, the feeling of his growing and hardening under your touch sent a pool of liquid amber between your thighs. You were feral for him. “I can’t–you can’t.” 

“Does it not feel good?” You taunted as you squeezed his shaft through Roosters jeans, pearing up to watch him clench his jaw. The vein in his neck popped. “Because i don't think i'm inclined to believe you when your reacting the way you are Roo–” 

“You’re drunk.” Rooster pointed out through gritted teeth. “It would be taking advantage of you, and I'm not gonna do that.” 

“What if I want you to take advantage of me?” Bradley, although verbally trying to coax you down from the edge of a very hot cliff, didn't try to stop you as you unbuckled his belt. “What if I want you to keep driving while I suck you off?” 

“No–” Rooster moaned as you slipped your hands in his jeans, palming him over his boxer briefs. “I mean, ahh.” He couldn't think straight, what the hell was happening right now. “Fuck, Y/n, you really cant be doing this–its not right.” 

“For once in your life Rooster, stop fucking thinking.” You shuffled in your seat, sinking your head further down towards his lap as you worked to pull him from the confines of his clothes. Heavy in your hands, Bradley let his head fall back against the headrest, holding his breath for a moment until your lips wrapped around his very pink, very throbbing tip. 

“Uhhh Fugghh–” He wanted this so badly. He’d always wanted you but Rooster couldn't shake the feeling he could have done more to stop you. Would you regret this in the morning? Would you sucking him off ruin your friendship? “Ohh god I can't believe this is happening–” 

All you did was moan around him in response, taking him further down your throat as you exactly worked him over like you’d dreamt about so many times before this very moment. You’d been trying to give off the signals for weeks, but perhaps you hadnt been clear enough. The alcohol in your system had you buzzing–no desire to slow down or pull up. 

“Fuck!” Bradley jolted when he hit the back of your throat, his hand instinctively coming down on top of your head to keep you from moving–inadvertently pushing you down just a little further onto him. “Y/n–Fuck, please baby you gotta keep going.” It was the way you were gagging around his cock that brought Rooster out of his hesitant daze, balling your hair up into a pony so he could gently guide you up and down his rock hard cock. “Shit, this is everything.” He let out a soft scoff, his teenage self would not believe it if he went back in time and told the younger version of himself he was getting road head from the prettiest girl he ever knew. “You feel so fucking good.” 

“You taste even better.” Pulling away for a brief moment you catch your breath, You worked your fist up and down to a rhythm you knew would keep Rooster barrelling quickly towards his high. You just loved the rouge hume that had taken over his cheeks, the flustered look he had. The small amount of sweat that had started to form at his hairline. It was perfect, he was perfect. “Do you want me to keep going Roo?” You teased as you slowed down your rhythm, not pumping your hand as vigorously as he would have liked. “Or do you still want me to stop because you don't wanna take advantage of such a good girl?” 

“Oh you are anything but good–” Bradley scoffed as his lips turned into a smirk. Since when that the drive back to the street your shared been so fucking long. “Keep going, or I'm gonna make you.” It had your core tingling with adrenaline and need as you fastened your pace–pumping his shaft before wrapping your lips back around him. Hollowing your cheeks as you worked your mouth over his length, sloppy road head. “Ohhhh fucking Christ!” 

Rooster was so close as he turned his indicator on and swung left into your street. He was stunned that he was able to keep his eyes on the road as much as he had when he had the prettiest girl sucking him off. It felt surreal, so intense he knew his orgasm was going to consume him completely. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–Pull up Y/n I’m gonna cum!” Panic rose in Roosters chest as you kept going, ignoring his warnings was a primal instinct to want to feel him fill your mouth with his load. “Duck!” He moaned just one more time with a sigh that came from a place so deep that his vision blurred– Sending him swerving onto your driveway a little more haphazardly than Rooster should have. But the way you sucked him for all he was worth had the corners of his vision darkening like he was under sustained G-force. Fighting off G-Loc. “Ahhhhhh baby yesssss.” 

He had nothing left to give by the time you had sucked him dry. Continuing your assault until Rooster was jotling from overstimulation. Pulling up and away, you made sure to pop your lips together before wiping your mouth on your forearm. Taking in the puddle of a man you’d turned Bradley Bradshaw into as he tucked himself away. 

“You wanna come inside?” 

“Yes, fucking hell yes.” 

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#Strictlyscandalous Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.

[resowrites]

Top Gun: Maverick - Bravo Zulu (oneshot).

Summary: Lt. Casey Lambe, callsign ‘Dash,’ has been accepted to the SFTI programme, or Top Gun, when another Lieutenant crashes out. Although her skills are somewhat lacking as an officer, Casey hopes to make up for it with her exceptional piloting skills. But as there’s more than one officer vying for the top spot in class, will she manage to come out on top, and without stepping on the toes of her class mates?

Characters: Most of the Top Gun: Maverick cast and OC!Lt. Casey ‘Dash’ Lambe.

Warnings: Occasional threats of danger, misogyny, Fanboy being a creep, the beginnings of a scuffle, language.

WC: 3754

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Bravo Zulu - a Top Gun: Maverick oneshot.

The alarm rang out loudly for what was the second time in the last forty minutes. Shit. In another twenty minutes, Casey was going to be late. She shot out of bed and almost slammed into the bathroom door. She probably wasn’t going to be on time but she was damned if she wasn’t going to try. She brushed her teeth at the same time as combing through her hair and within the next five minutes, she was already halfway dressed. By the time she made it out the door, she had only eight minutes to get to the hangar. As expected, most of her fellow aviators were already seated and had gotten out their books and pens. Cdr. Marcus eyed her with a sigh and crossed his arms.

“Nice of you to join us, Lt. Lambe, would you mind taking a seat so we can begin?” Most of the rest of the class turned to look at her, many of whom were smirking, though a few of the more serious officers glared at her with disdain. Unfortunately, there was only one seat left, right at the front towards the left. She quickly slunk to her chair and busied herself in her manual. It was the first class in the programme and she’d already got off to a bad start. To her right was Lt. Jake Seresin, callsign ‘Hangman.’ 

“Well I guess now we know why you were given the name Dash, are you gunna continue being late to the rest of your classes Lieutenant?” A couple of the other officers snickered in response. Casey ignored him, she found out as early as basic training that the best way to deal with loud mouths like him was to ignore him completely.

“Leave her alone Hangman, so she overslept… no biggie.” Lt. Bradley Bradshaw, or ‘Rooster’ as he was otherwise known, shot her a mischievous grin. She ignored him as well. When she didn’t reply, Hangman scoffed in disdain. Never unprepared, he'd boned up on all his fellow crew members. He mostly wanted to find out who was the competition so he could unnerve them any way he could. He figured Casey would definitely rival his own abilities. Not that he put a lot of stock in female pilots. However, her record was exemplary, even if she wasn’t exactly a model officer. Something he had little respect for. He took all areas of naval life seriously and had no time for anyone who acted otherwise. 

Casey meanwhile couldn’t believe that not a minute into her first class, she was already drawing ire from one of the best pilots around. Hangman’s reputation preceded him and it seemed, unfortunately, so did hers. She was an excellent pilot, one of the top of her class. It was everything else that was a problem. Bar her exemplary flying skills, she simply wasn’t suited to military life. Her time management skills being the worst of all. But she was trying to be better. Had Lt. Stiles aka ‘Boomerang,’ not flunked out of the programme, she wouldn’t have been offered a place. She had to prove that she deserved to be here and if all she had to improve was her conduct as an officer, surely that was easy enough?

“Now class… you all know why you’re here. You have been picked as the best pilots from your respective squadrons and are here to learn the art of combat in a manner you won’t have otherwise experienced. The key to exceeding at-" Cdr. Dempsey, or ‘Key,’ as he was known for starting almost every sentence by saying ‘the key to’ or ‘the key is,’ droned on and on. Casey quickly snuck a look back at her fellow officers. Every one of them was hanging onto the Commander’s words as though they were spoken from scripture. “Your performance will be evaluated between your combat missions and classes. You’ll experience different and subsequently harder sessions each time-“ she gazed back down at her manual. She’d read it over and over again during the summer. But however good she and the rest of them were in theory, it would be nothing compared to actually getting out there and putting theory into practice.  

Later that night.

Casey could hear the shouting and laughter echoing out from The Hard Deck, the bar frequented by everyone at the base. She knew it was better to try and ingratiate herself with her fellow officers. Although the Top Gun course was only thirteen weeks long, often the bonds forged on the programme lasted a lifetime. Of course, she didn’t expect to return as an instructor. She felt she just didn’t have it in her. To be honest she was ambivalent about advancing her career. She did what she did for the love of it. She’d wanted to be a pilot since she was eight years old and although her family was endlessly supportive, her scatterbrained nature and at times, clumsy mannerisms, meant few had any real faith in her. But that was fine, she wasn’t one to seek the approval of others. 

Apart from a handful of friends she knew from grade school, she was a bit of a loner. This worried her superiors given that successful squadrons, not to mention squadron leaders as they hoped she’d become, relied on interpersonal effectiveness and teamwork. Casey wondered if she should wander in for the final round. Instead, she started making her way back to her dorm. Just as the bar was out of sight, she heard someone call after her. “Hey... Lieutenant... Casey!" She recognised the voice and quickened her pace, in no mood to talk to him or anyone else at that moment. But Lt. Bradshaw, or Bradley, came running after her. He grabbed her by the arm and swung around in front of her. "Hey... where are you off to in such a hurry?" She smiled briefly at him but shrugged off his hand and carried on walking. 

He quickly ran up to her side and slowed his pace, shoving both hands in his pockets. "Are you ok? Don't let that asshole get to you... Jake gets on everyone's nerves, just ignore him." He smiled helpfully but Casey was looking toward the ocean. Bradley tried another tactic. "Hey... why don't you come back to the bar, I'm about to beat Jake at pool and I sure love a big audience." She didn't turn to look at him. Instead, she stopped and sighed. 

"That's nice of you to offer Bradley but I think I'm just gunna hit the sack... we've got a long day of training tomorrow." But he wasn't about to give up so easily, not when he could also see the warm golden light of the setting sun reflected in the pale blue of her eyes. 

"Aw come on... Cdr. Dempsey's as drunk as a skunk and already singing songs at the piano, you wouldn't want to miss that." But again Casey smiled and turned to keep walking. "Hey... we're supposed to be a team you know. I know you don't feel like you fit in but you do... just give us all a chance. Jake aside, we're a solid group of guys." She stopped and felt the sand heap over her feet. 

"You're not going to let this go are you?" She shielded her face as she looked back at him. Bradley just grinned in reply. "Alright... but fifteen minutes, no more..." he offered his arm for her to hold onto but she shook her head and walked with her arms folded instead. 

"Ha... you're a tough nut to crack Casey, but I will trust me..." she didn't need to look at him to know he was winking at her. The crowd in the bar was dense and the din very loud indeed. Luckily no one turned to look at them both enter, which made Casey very grateful indeed. It's not that she was shy, she just knew that women were still often treated like spectacles in the military and she wanted no part of it. The pair made their way to the pool table, passing Cdr. Dempsey as he was hunched over the keys of the piano. Either he was singing very softly or the accompanying voices were drowning him out. She turned to see Vice Admiral Simpson drink quietly from a glass at the bar. He didn't turn to look at her but she swallowed nervously as his steely eyes were focused on the view ahead. She hoped her continued struggles to adjust to military life wouldn't come to his attention anytime soon.

They came to a pool table which seemed to draw most of the attention in the room. Jake looked up from his conversation with Reuben aka 'Payback,' and smirked. "Wow... so you're even late to a bar Lieutenant, is there anything you're on time for?" Bradley quickly stepped in front of her to pick up the cue he'd left resting on the edge of the pool table. "Oh give it a rest Jake, Casey's done nothing to you, just let it go..." Jake shrugged though he kept his eyes firmly on Casey. She looked away, refusing to meet his gaze. Bradley had only two balls left to sink, and he managed to do so in one fell swoop. He let out a whoop as the rest of the men gathered around him and cheered. Jake put his head in his hands, not quite believing he'd been beaten. He had only three balls left to sink himself. They were near enough equal in ability and had Bradley not gone first, he was pretty sure he could have won just as easily.

"You got lucky Bradshaw, that's all. Alright... who's going to play winner?" It was no coincidence that his gaze once again fell to Casey. Bradley followed his eye line and quickly waved his hands in protest.

"Hey come on Jake, I said leave her alone, she doesn't have to play if she doesn't want to." But he felt her move past him and towards Jake. She smiled sweetly as he struggled to let go of his cue.

"I don't mind playing Bradley..." he looked at her in surprise, not expecting her to join in given her reluctance to come to the bar at all. She broke quickly and took up position at the bottom of the table. The men had moved in closer, one, to get a look at her ass as she bent over the table, and two, to take bets on who would win. The match took barely any time at all, Casey sunk at least two balls at a time with every turn. Even Bradley, the best pool player in the room, had to admit he was impressed.

"Man, no wonder you were so quick to take me on... where'd you pick up such tricks?" But she ignored him as she leaned over low for a particularly tricky shot, it was at that moment that Casey felt a pool cue sliding up the underside of her ass. She quickly snapped back up and walloped Mickey, aka 'Fanboy,' on the arm. He stared at her open mouthed as the rest of the crowd fell silent.

"You try that again Fanboy and I'll stick this cue right up your ass..." he raised his hands in submission and jokingly apologised, clearly half drunk. The rest of the crowd started laughing and jeering so loud it drew the attention of VADM Simpson, who craned his neck to see what was going on. He quickly looked back at Penny, who was rushed off her feet trying to pour drinks and whispered a couple of things in her ear. Casey swallowed and tried to return her attention to the match. She was in the lead by some way but as her Father was often quick to remind her, things aren't over until they're over. In less than another ten minutes, it really was all over and the men tried to haul Casey onto their shoulders for the purposes of a victory march. She quickly fended them off with her cue once again and instead they offered to get her drinks. When she was followed by an elated Bradley to the bar, VADM Simpson was gone and the rest of the crowd had also thinned out.

It was near closing time and Casey had stayed well over her allotted fifteen minutes, much to the delight of Bradley. "So... aren't you glad you took me up on my offer?" She smiled slightly as she chugged back a beer. The atmosphere had grown stiflingly hot and she would have much preferred a glass of cold water. "You don't talk very much do you?" He spoke more quietly now, trying to unpick the puzzle that was Lt. Casey Lambe. She raised her eyes and smiled at him, the closest he was gunna get to a reply. "What's your deal, intimidated by us studs?" She nearly choked out her drink. 

"What exactly is there to be intimidated by?" Bradley scoffed at her response, though he had to admit she'd handled herself pretty well against Mickey. He considered her seriously for a moment.

"You nervous about tomorrow? I hear you're a pretty exceptional pilot..." she pursed her lips and said nothing. But Bradley was undeterred. "All I hope is that bastard Jake doesn't win, he's insufferable at the best of times..." and is if by magic, the man himself walked by, bringing Reuben in tow. 

"You better rest up for tomorrow Dash... piloting's no game of pool..." he sneered as he conferred with Payback. 

"For you perhaps..." that drew his attention as well as Payback's, who at that moment tried to hide his laughter. But Casey didn't stick around to chat further. She downed the rest of her beer, got up from the bar, shot Bradley a wink, and slapped him on the back. In a blink of an eye, she was gone. 

"Well... guess that told you, Jake." Bradley tried not to look at Payback for laughing. Jake just gritted his teeth.

The following morning. 

The Pacific shone against the two bogeys that had levelled out at five thousand feet. They each split off, with Hangman sweeping to the left to pursue the first bogey. Dash hung back to provide him with cover and at first Hangman managed to stay on bogey one but when it looped down, he struggled to regain his angle.

"Keep those turns tight Hangman or you're gunna lose him..." Dash tried to keep her voice calm, not wishing to piss Hangman off this early into the flight. 

"Bogey at three o'clock Dash!" Lt. Brigham Lennox, or "Harvard," as he was known, yelled out from behind Dash. She quickly jerked left and up into a high vertical. "What are you doing dash?" It then clicked for her Rio that as Bogey Two hadn't flown past, she was forced to engage.

"Engaging bogey two Hangman, good luck." Dash then looped the F-18 down onto Bogey Two, quickening her angle though it quickly managed to take off. She veered into a hard right.

"Hangman's got a good position, he'll have him in the diamond soon..." but Dash was barely listening, she was quickly closing the gap between her and Bogey Two, but it still had a fair few tricks up its sleeve. They were now pushing towards zone five, using full afterburners. But she kept on its tail through every hard turn, roll, and flip. 

"Range Harvard?" She was close to getting Bogey Two in the diamond. It jinked one last time before Dash's tone finally went wild. "Atoll on Bogey Two, they're outta the game!" Dash let out a whoop before being cut off by Harvard.

"Bogey One at nine o'clock! Break!" Dash cut back and forth, trying to avoid Bogey One from getting a lock on, but it managed to stay on her tail. "Try a high g roll, break out the bottom!" Dash strained her head to track the other jet as it streaked passed at mach one. Bogey one was now in direct line with the sun, their canopy blinded by the glare. "They're blind! You got 'em, unload, unload!" A few moments later, Dash lined up the gunsight. 

"In the envelope... we did it!" Both pilots cheered in victory as Dash swept up into an Immelman turn.

Back at the base.

Casey and Harvard climbed down from their jets to the uproarious applause of their classmates. Bradley was the first to dive through the gathering crowd and throw her up into the air. "Wow! Two bogeys and leaving Hangman in the dust... those were some moves, Casey!" She chuckled politely as this time he lifted her up onto his shoulder and paraded her around the tarmac. She caught Hangman out of the corner of her eye.

"That was a chicken shit move Dash!" He yelled out over the crowd. They all stopped and turned around to look at him. Bradley carefully lowered her to the ground.

"What are you talking about Jake?" Casey looked up confidently, knowing that she was dealing with nothing more than a bruised male ego.

"You were supposed to cover me, what do you call going off to chase after the other bogey?" Casey tried not to roll her eyes.

"Oh please, you know I had to break cover, if it had got me then you would have been without cover anyway." She turned back round to rejoin the group. But Hangman wasn't going to let the matter drop quite so easily. He chased after her, gripping her by the arm to swing her around. This was enough to make Bradley snap.

"Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Let go of her man!" Bradley shoved him in the chest and Hangman quickly rebounded. Close to each other's faces now, the situation was quickly going to escalate into a fight. Or it would have had Cheif Warrant Officer, Bernie 'Hondo' Coleman, hadn't run towards them, a harried look in his eyes.

"Alright crewmen, break it up, break it up that's an order!" He managed to pull Bradley and Hangman apart, though they still circled each other, breathing hard and puffing out their chests. "Dash, the VADM wants to see you, now." The crowd, which had switched from cheering her to cheering the upcoming fight, was now dead silent. Casey swallowed and made her way through the throng as several crew members slapped her on the back, and once on the ass. That must have been Fanboy. She looked back to shoot him daggers though he smiled and winked in response. The VADM's office was pleasantly cool and had the blinds drawn to provide even more shade. Hondo quickly made introductions and then departed, leaving the Lieutenant standing squarely in front of the large oak desk. VADM Simpson looked up casually from a file. 

"Be seated Lieutenant..." Casey grabbed the chair in front of her though it raked across the floor slightly too hard and let out a sickening screech. She screwed up her eyes at the sound and quickly sat down. "So... two bogeys in under twenty minutes... not bad. Tell me, if you were one of the top of your class, why weren't you first choice for the SFTI programme?" She cleared her throat and tried to sit up straighter.

"My... my skills as an officer, left... something to be desired, sir." VADM Simpson nodded slowly and eventually returned his gaze to the file he held casually in one hand.

"Mmm... so it says in your file. Think you can straighten up enough in time? You'd be one hell of an instructor..." he gazed at her steadily, as though her reaction would be more important than whatever she said in response. 

"With respect sir, I'm not interested in teaching. I became a pilot to fly planes." She bit her tongue, realising what she'd just implied.

"You think I became an Admiral just to sit behind a desk? But them's the breaks kid, you'll have to progress one way or another, you can go far if you want to... and I wonder if your struggle to adapt to military regs is to purposely prevent that." He eyed her as though she'd been caught in the crosshairs.

"My... difficulties aren't deliberate, sir. I do want to do well, but I also want to continue flying..." she didn't know how to end her sentence. The Admiral just smiled.

"Then your best bet is to come back as an instructor. The way you're going on... you could easily win the TopGun cup. I hear Hangman was mighty displeased at being taken out, not one bogey to his name..." Casey tried to recall when Hangman must have taken a hit. She had a habit of occasionally blocking out incoming transmissions at critical moments.

"I could no longer cover him, sir... I didn't disengage willingly." VADM Simpson held up his hands to motion her to stop.

"I know Lieutenant... you follow the book, even if you do fly a little too fast and hard. The envy of some of your crewmates, however... is something you'll have to come to terms with. Believe it or not, male pride is easily hurt..." he looked at her mischievously. Casey just sighed.

"I'm well aware sir, my crewmates don't bother me, it's just..." she trailed off, colouring deeply at the fact she'd already said too much.

"You don't know where you fit? Believe me, Lieutenant, I know the feeling. All you can do is your best. But trust your crew mates, become a team, up there..." he motioned to the ceiling with his index finger, "They're all you've got." Casey stared at her hands in lap. "There's no use trying to keep yourself separate... sure, there are always going to be disparities. But you more than proved yourself today. Give teaching some thought, I think you have a lot to offer - and your squadron will always be waiting. Oh... and try and let your crewmates win at pool a couple of times, you can't have all the fun. Alright Lieutenant, dismissed." She smiled and quickly climbed to her feet, not wishing to take up another second of the VADM's time. She was halfway out the door when he called her back.

"Oh and Lieutenant... your callsign, I'm guessing it actually refers to your activities up there?" He motioned again towards the sky. Casey just smiled and ducked out of the room. 

A/N: Hi guys, I know I’m a little late to the party but as a massive Top Gun and Top Gun: Maverick fan, I thought I’d try my hand at a oneshot. Any feedback is appreciated and if you’d like more of these sort of stories, shoot me a line! I hope you all enjoy!

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