#top gun tuesday

[peachesandcreames]

Decisions, Decisions 🥵🔥

[caterpisser]

chat how do we feel about top gun tuesdays

[callsigndragon]

Can I join in on Top Gun Tuesday? I need something to brighten my Tuesday nights 😂😂

Everybody is welcomed to join Top Gun Tuesday! Grab a blanket and play the movie ❤️

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom!

So this AU came to me in a dream and I woke up with actual tears so — here we go. 

In the deepest chunks of my cold, dead heart, I believe that even if Ice married Sarah, he still always loved Mav. There were just so many reasons why they couldn't work out long-term: Ice wanted to advance, Mav didn't want to hold him back, the danger of being a gay couple in the ‘80s and ‘90s — let alone in the Navy. 

It just couldn't work out for them. They were trying to protect each other and that meant sacrifices on both ends.

But it doesn't mean they ever stopped loving each other, Ice’s love was shown in saving Mav’s ass time after time, and Mav’s was in being there — always, no matter what Ice needed. 

Mav was there when all three of Ice’s kids were born, his two daughters and his youngest: Tom Kazansky Jr. 

Junior, who only looks more like his namesake with every year that passes. 

Eventually Mav gets shipped to China Lake so he doesn't have to get a front-row seat to Ice dying right in front of them (Ice’s decision of course).

The Mission rolls around, and lo and behold: a Tom Kazansky will always appear to Mav in his time of need. 

But instead of a text — it’s in the form of Junior, a vision of 27-year-old Tom Kazansky, complete with moles and his big ass teeth. 

“Apparently, we’ve got a mission, Maverick.”

Imagine the complete agony of a world where Mav never gets to have the life he deserves with the man he loves, and not only that, but he's surrounded by the living specters of the two men he loved most and lost. 

A world in which he gets to keep a piece of Goose and Ice, but only as a reminder that the Bradshaw and Kazansky on his wings will never be the ones he wants.

Or the flip side, where Mav is the only piece of their fathers that both boys have left and there gets to be a Kazansky-Bradshaw-Mitchell trio in the sky again.

Just me? Okay 😭

(Ice sent Junior out as a Dagger with a promise to: Be His Wingman. Both of them knowing he wasn't going to be there when Junior got back.)

[horseshoegirl]

Dragon Age: Grey Warden!Jake Seresin

Since when do I do Moodboards and blurbs? 😂

Dragon Age Veilguard came out a little while ago. I'm a little heartbroken (see tags) and needed a distraction. This is what came out of it, and I wanted to share it. Dragon Age is my comfort and home; I think it needed this. I might share more of the ones that I've created...

The distant roar of the archdemon ripped through the battlefield, a chilling sound that pressed against your chest like a weight you couldn’t bear. The dragon had already killed more than Grey Wardens; if nobody stopped it now, it would devastate the rest of Thedas.

Jake stood in front of you, his blade slick with blood and his eyes burning with determination. The truth of the moment hung between you—one of you had to die, and you both knew it.

“You know it has to be me,” Jake said, his voice steady despite the cracks forming in his resolve. His gaze locked on yours, softer than it had any right to be in a moment like this. “This is what we signed up for. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death…” His voice faltered for the first time, and his hand gripped yours tightly. “In death, sacrifice.”

You shook your head, the tears burning at the edges of your eyes. “Don’t you dare use our motto against me, Jake. That doesn’t mean you get to decide this.” You stepped closer, the desperation in your voice cutting through the chaos of the battlefield. Through clinging swords and knives and blasts of magic. “We fight together. We’ve always fought together.”

His lips quirked in a bitter smile, even as his eyes glistened with something too raw to name. “We do, sweetheart. But if I can make sure you live through this, then it’s worth it. I’d give everything for you, and this…” He gestured toward the archdemon, its roar shaking the very ground beneath you. “This is my everything. My last stand.”

You grabbed his arm, refusing to let go, your grip as fierce as the fire in your chest. “Don’t you get it? You’re my everything. If you do this, you leave me behind. You leave us behind!”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, the battlefield around you seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you and the impossible choice between love and duty. “In death, sacrifice,” he repeated, quieter now, almost to himself. He brought your hand to his lips, brushing a kiss there as his voice trembled. “I can’t let you go in my place. You’re the reason I kept fighting. The reason I’ll keep fighting—until the very end.”

“Jake—” you started, but his free hand cupped your cheek, his calloused fingers warm against your skin. His forehead rested against yours, a fleeting moment of tenderness stolen from the storm raging around you.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice breaking as he pulled back, his hand slipping from yours. “And because I love you, I have to do this.”

Before you could stop him, he turned, charging toward the archdemon with a final glance back, his eyes filled with fierce devotion and the heartbreaking certainty of his choice. As his figure disappeared into the chaos, the words lingered like a wound in your heart, tying you to him forever: “In war, Victory."

Except there was no peace. Just....

"In death, sacrifice.”

[callsign-daydream]

Cyclone: That sounded like another explosion. Maverick: Yes. Yes it did. Cyclone: What does that mean? Maverick: Something exploded.

[topgun1986wasthebest]

I wish I could see him Play Uncle Jesse On Full House

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Cyclone: It’s been such a long week. It feels like forever.

Maverick: It’s only Tuesday, sir.

Cyclone: …

Maverick: …

Cyclone: Why is it still Tuesday?

[babygirllinds]

Can we please see a sneak peek of the babysitter? I’m a sucker for this particular trope 🙈

Hello lovely 🥰 I’m also a sucker for this trope and I’d love to provide! Thank you for this request! I really want to work at getting this one out soon since I love it sm! No smut yet, but I still hope you enjoy this little snippet 💗

warning: age gap/power dynamics. If that isn’t your jam, just skip on over this post :)

“You’re really good with them, ya’know?”

Pete’s mouth drops open slightly, “Thank you, Sir?”

“No, really. I know Sarah rants about you being a lifesaver, but I didn’t realize how much they had taken to you,” the man shakes his head and a slight smirk graces his plump lips. “I must admit I was slightly jealous when I walked in and my kids stayed glued to your side. You’re a real natural at this and what? You're only 21?”

“22, actually, Sir,” Pete corrects. “I, um– I just have a way with kids, I guess? I was always stuck taking care of my younger cousins and it just became second nature. Two of my friends got married pretty young and they have a kid between Hanna and Leon’s age. His name is Bradley. I’m the godfather and I spend a lot of my free time with him.”

Pete doesn’t realize he’s rambling again until Mr. Kazansky is smiling that same smile as earlier again.

“I remember your old man calling you a baby whisperer when he gave me your number. I thought he was full of shit, but the more I see you with them, the more I have to believe him,” Pete’s own smile makes itself known and Mr. Kazansky’s smile tilts into a quirk of lips. “Don’t let it inflate your ego too much, kid.”

“Never, Sir. My ego is already big as is.”

They’re both laughing as he fishes two $100 bills out of his wallet. It’s more than expected for the short day of work and Pete thinks the man is in a generous mood today. He moves to stand in front of Pete and Pete is helpless to accept the crisp bills being pressed into his palm. Then Tom is winking at him.

“I think you deserve this for being so good with them today. And please, Pete?”

“Yes, Sir?”

Now that Mr. Kazansky is closer, Pete watches as his jaw jumps slightly and his eyes go a bit dark. It sends something dangerous shooting through his spine as he watches the older man.

“You can drop the honorifics already. I know Sarah has asked that you call her by her name and now I’m asking you to do the same. Tom is fine.”

“Yes, Sir,” Pete replies on autopilot, barely registering the words. “Shit, oh God, sorry. I mean Tom, Sir.”

His words are coming out fast and nervous sounding, but Mr. Kazan– Tom is just laughing and Pete is hit by the minty smell of chewing gum and an underlying scent of cigarette smoke. It’s all so intoxicating as Tom stands too close, practically sharing Pete’s space.

[peachesandcreames]

It's Not the Plane, It's the Pilots 💞💕

[caterpisser]

goose doodle from tuesday

[officialjimmybuffett]

how to email professor about them being disrespectful of ur time and to please post assignments not 24 hrs before they’re due

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

What drew you to writing in the first place? And please tell me some behind the scenes from making Somewhere Out There Is Somebody!!

Thank you for the ask, Fe! 💕

I've been doing creative writing on and off since I was a kid. And even when I wasn't physically writing ideas down, I was constantly creating stories in my head. I just can't shut it off. It was only after joining tumblr in August 2021 that I decided to try writing fanfic. After realizing at least a few people actually wanted to read what I wrote, I was hooked and have been writing fanfic ever since.

So the idea for the boxes in Somewhere Out There Is Somebody is very loosely based on the mailbox from The Lake House (2006). I wanted to create a new soulmate AU concept and it seemed like an interesting idea that you could communicate with your soulmate (with strict rules in place) to get to know them a little and help figure out who they were before actually meeting. And since I was writing this as a Valentine's Day fic, it seemed fitting to make them heart-shaped boxes!

Also, the title is a reference to the Reba McEntire song "Somebody" which is about a guy talking to his waitress about his horrible love life and she says his love is out there and it might be literally anyone he passes throughout the day, including "somebody that you look at but never really see, somewhere out there is somebody". And at the end of the song sometime later, the man and waitress realize they are who the other has been looking for.

I've always loved this song since I was a kid, and it fit so perfectly with the plot of my fic, that I just had to use it!

[allylikethecat]

Talk Shop Tuesday: how many fandoms are you a part of? Are those different than what you create for? Which one is your favorite and why?

Yay!! Happy Talk Show Tuesday! Thank you for the question! 🥰 I consider myself to in too many fandoms to keep track of, in terms of fanfic that I read. However, at this point in time I'm only actively writing and posting fanfic for The 1975, in the past I've also written Hockey RPF and Top Gun Fic. At the moment I'm having a lot of fun writing The 1975 fic, but Hockey RPF will always be my first love. I also will always have a soft stop for Top Gun / Hangster fic - that is where I have had the most success and it really helped to build my confidence as a writer! Thank you so much for sending in this ask!! I hope I answered the question in the way that you were looking for! I also hope you had a fabulous Tuesday and that you have a wonderful rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[talktomegooseman]

I thought I’d give you guys the outline to my Christmas Morning Fic and what I have so far for Under the Mistletoe!

[callsign-daydream]

Head in the Clouds, Eyes to the Sun - Chapter 4 - Truce

Chapter Summary: Hallie just might get her time to shine. Can she work with Hangman, or will he leave her hanging? One false move could be the end of her career. (Missed Part 3? Read it here)

Warnings/Contents: Starred out swearing, general Navy/military inaccuracies, general plane/flying inaccuracies, Hangman x OC

Word count: 2764

A/N: Another long one, but I hope you enjoy! We finally get some nice flying action here, as well as some Hangman fluff. There will probably be 2-3 more chapters after this, and then I'll be writing some oneshots before any more series with Hallie. I'm trying to finish my 2nd draft of an original novel before the end of summer, but TGM is such a good writing warm-up for me and y'all are so supportive that I'd like to keep making content~

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Chapter 4: Truce

--- “Your goal is simple.” Maverick stood at the head of the room. “Get in, hit the target, get out in under eight minutes.”

The timeline was insane for a course that was designed through a canyon full of hairpin turns, but it wasn’t abnormal for Maverick. Hallie had quickly noticed his tendency to throw typical TOPGUN regulations and procedures to the wind. She also understood it wasn’t because he didn’t care about his pilots; it was because he did. Because he knew everything they encountered beyond base was ten times harder and fifty times more insane than any test or training. 

“Are you flying this with us, Mav?” Payback asked.

Maverick smirked. “I’ll be in the air. You’ll have a three minute head start, and you’ll need to get to the target and back without being hit.”

“You had to ask,” Fanboy complained.

“No backseaters today.” Maverick went on once they settled down. “Just you and a wingman. Any other questions?”

The room stayed silent. Everyone’s faces left no need for words.

“Hangman, you’re up first.” He paused. “Daydream.”

Hallie jerked upright. Maverick never called on her. Somehow, she got the feeling she wouldn’t like the reason why.

“You’re flying wingman today.”

Definitely not good.

He stacked his papers, instructed them to be on the tarmac in five minutes, and walked out.

Hallie felt sick. Phoenix’s and Bob’s high fives didn’t change that. It felt like a trap, especially with her having to follow Hangman of all people. She knew his reputation from the rest of the Daggers. Still, she couldn’t let the opportunity to show Maverick her skills pass by.

Five minutes later and Hallie was waving the ready signal and taking off into the clouds.

“Try to keep up, Dreamgirl.” Hangman’s voice came over the comms.

Hallie rolled her eyes.

“Three minutes starts now.” Maverick’s voice now.

The duo arced towards the course. Hallie was nervous. Encountering Mav was inevitable considering they had to exit the same way they entered the target zone. Mav never held back. If it had been any other Dagger, she might have felt like she had five percent of a chance to succeed, but with Hangman, she felt anything but confident, and it was the worst feeling to possibly have in the air.

The clouds were her comfort. Sunlight danced off of them. They drifted like manta rays swimming through the expanse. Hallie felt herself smile. She could stay in that moment forever. The sky was home.

“Rise and shine, Daydream!” Hangman’s voice broke through.

Hallie snapped out of her trance. He was already entering the course. She began pushing the plane hard to keep up, mentally cursing herself.

“Right behind you,” she said.

“Good. Increasing speed.”

“What?”

He chuckled. “We only got eight minutes. Let’s make ‘em count.”

Normally, Hallie would’ve been just as eager to push the speed on any course. Considering this was her first flight in weeks and the winding terrain though, she wasn’t looking for any variables. Her reply would’ve shocked anyone she flew with in Sigonella, especially Violet or Seb. It even surprised herself.

“None of it counts if we crash,” Hallie said.

Hangman laughed and increased his speed anyway. Hallie cursed, then increased her own. The course had more twists than her own hair. A familiar pressure kicked in as her speed leveled and she caught up to her partner, only for Hangman to suddenly shoot ahead, this time without warning.

“We can’t navigate at this speed!” She dodged an outcropping and gripped the controls harder. “Hangman, reduce speed!”

“Negative. Approaching target.”

“Living up to your callsign as usual.” 

Hallie decided two could play that game. If he wanted to showboat and fly ahead, so be it. He could be Maverick’s bait while she safely finished the run in one piece.

“You too, sweetheart,” he said. “You asleep back there?”

Hallie had a choice Italian word for him at “sweetheart.”

She heard his system sound before he announced his victory.

“Direct hit. Returning to base.”

Hallie could see the clearing ahead. “Approaching target. Circle and wait for me.”

“Negative. Time’s running out.”

“You’ll run into Mav alone! This is stupid!”

The man of the hour soared over her head, barreling back into the canyon they’d just come through.

“****, Hangman!”

“Don’t worry, Dreamgirl. Nothing I can’t handle. Been flying with the old man longer than you.”

More Italian worked its way past Hallie’s lips as she approached the target. The sun struck the metallic roof. She squinted. For a moment, all she could hear was her own breath. A moment later, the plane system sounded. Direct hit.

“Still leaving your wingman, huh?” Maverick’s voice made another cameo as Hallie circled. He must’ve reached Hangman.

“What can I say?” Hangman replied. “I’m a fast pilot.”

Hallie pushed the speed faster than on her way in. She needed to reach Hangman. Not because she wanted to save him. She would’ve liked to see Maverick catch him while she snuck back as the hero of the day. But that wasn’t her job right now. She was the wingman. For the sake of her own career, she needed to assist.

“Dreamgirl, could use a little help here!”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that earlier!”

Mav chuckled. Hangman cursed. That couldn’t be good.

“Hal! I need a visual!”

Her ship shuddered. An engine roared. Maverick.

“I have visual! Five o’clock, bank right!”

“I can’t see where the **** you are!”

“Then open your **** eyes!”

Beeping flooded her senses. It took a moment for her to realize it was coming from both the comm and her own ship. Maverick’s voice crackled over both of them.

“Two for one special today,” he said. “That’s a hit for both of you.”

Hallie was pretty sure the Italian word she mumbled was the same one Hangman gave in English. She arced behind him to make the journey back to the tarmac.

“Thanks a lot, Dreamgirl.”

“Likewise, Bagman.”

—

The cold of her metal chair helped calm Hallie as she took deep breaths. The reality of the situation was seeping deeper and deeper under her skin the longer she waited for Maverick to return to the briefing room. She was expecting him to publicly discharge her in front of the rest of the squad. Maybe even call Cyclone in to do it. The worst part was that she’d deserve it.

Her posture and lack of eye contact with the others must’ve communicated that she wanted to be left alone. Still, she felt the burning gazes on her back. Right as Bob walked up and entered her peripheral, she heard the door open, and the room erupted.

“Way to go, Bagman,” said Rooster. “You still haven’t learned anything, huh?”

“Not my fault most wingmen can’t keep up,” was the reply.

Hallie shut her eyes.

“You knew what you were doing.” Phoenix’s voice was raised.

“It’s called a mission, Trace. We don’t get to keep our heads in the clouds out there.”

The others, Coyote included, began yelling in a potluck of curses and complaints. Even Bob disappeared from Hallie’s visual and into the mix. The door opened again. Hondo’s voice boomed and the aural dust cleared. Then came the boots on the floor. Maverick.

Hallie stood and stared ahead. She willed herself not the shiver in the AC.

Maverick stopped in front of her. The test was slapped down on the desk in front of her.

“That’s why you’re not flying yet.”

He turned and started out.

“You’re all dismissed.”

Hallie collected the papers, swallowed, and rushed out before anyone could catch sight of the water brewing in her eyes. The Daggers erupted again the moment she was out of the room, but she didn’t care. Her head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, her esophagus like it was being zipped shut from her stomach up. All she wanted was to go home.

—

Three hours later found Hallie curled up on her couch in an old Navy hoodie and shorts while Pane e Tulipani played on the TV. She still had yet to unpack everything. Right now, she was grateful for that as she propped her feet on one box and picked apart packing peanuts from another. It was a good distraction from the forty-five miscellaneous texts from Phoenix and Bob, not including the Dagger’s group chat that was half sympathy texts and half debating if they should remove Hangman from the group. Hallie didn’t even care about the outcome of the latter.

She knew she’d missed several calls as well, and when Phoenix had shown up at her door with food and anxious knocking, Hallie refused to answer. She couldn’t look Nat in the face right now. Nat had eventually left, and Hallie made sure to send her a thank-you text for the food anyway.

Hallie checked the time. The food had been sitting outside for thirty minutes. With a groan, she got up, not bothering to pause Licia Maglietta.

Before she reached the door, someone was knocking once again.

“Still not in the mood, Nat!” Hallie called.

“It’s not Phoenix.” The voice was deep, with a drawl that made Hallie's skin burn in a bad way.

She kept her mouth shut and stared out the peephole, hoping Hangman would get bored and leave.

“I know you’re in there, Hal,” he called again.

Hallie stepped back as he knocked again. She debated calling the police, but she didn’t have a reason to do so. At least not yet.

“I’m not leaving. I just wanted to…” He paused, sounded pained, and then finished. “I’m here to apologize.”

She didn’t believe that one bit. The movie was coming to her favorite part, but as she turned away, he banged on the door again, this time hard enough that her keys rattled on the wall hook. If he didn’t leave soon, she’d have the neighbors complaining.

“This is stupid, Dreamgirl!”

Hallie groaned, turned back, and flung the door open. Then, she smacked him.

He groaned at the impact and held his cheek.

“Guess I deserve that,” he said.

“You guess?” Hallie crossed her arms.

“You could’ve told me what was going on last night.”

“And you could’ve not been an ***.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have been an *** if you’d said something.”

“I thought you were apologizing.”

“I am!”

Hallie sighed and pushed the door shut. “Goodbye, Hangman.”

“Ugh!”

The door refused to close all the way, and further inspection revealed the obstacle was Jake’s foot. Hallie sighed, but still refused to reopen the door.

“Look,” he said. “If you’re gonna be like this about it, I’ll just leave and take these weird cookies with me.”

Hallie peeked around the corner. “Cookies?”

“Yeah. Phoenix said you like these. Some Italian thing.”

He held up a box. Hallie wasn’t sure where he’d managed to track down pistachio pizelles or how he’d gotten Phoenix to spill about them. Her stomach grumbled. After what felt like a year of staring at Jake, she opened the door and motioned for him to come in.

“You eat yet?” He followed her to the kitchen.

“Why do you care?”

“I can’t apologize if you starve to death.” He set the cookie box on the counter. “And Trace wants to know. Said she’ll shave my head if I leave without making sure you eat.”

Hallie smirked. “I don’t know. I’d like to see that.”

“Not happening, Dreamgirl.”

As much as Hallie wanted to have him suffer, she began unpacking the takeout bag. “You want some? She brought enough lo mein for the entire base.”

“You must not be mad at me anymore if you’re offering me food.”

“Oh, I am.” Hallie held up a large spoon like a weapon. “But I picked up the habit of feeding anyone who comes over in Sigonella.”

“Fair enough.”

She went on with arranging two paper plates. Her plan had been to shop for dishware last week, but with the way things were going, she’d held off. It seemed like that was a good choice. She wondered if Violet would be willing to give back the dishes she’d given before leaving Italy. The yellow pattern on them had been a favorite of hers.

“What’s this?” Jake’s voice interrupted the thought.

Hallie looked up to see him sitting at her small dining table, flipping through Maverick’s test that she’d left sitting there.

“Don’t touch that!” She leaped over and snatched it away.

He stared, then smirked. “Subtle. I admire that in a woman.”

Hallie glared. Jake laughed. Someone on the TV laughed in tune.

“Come on, Dreamgirl. Tell me about the weird erotic poetry you’re writing.”

Hallie whacked his head with the papers. “Don’t make me regret letting you inside.”

He was still laughing as he rubbed his head in mock pain. “Just tell me, Hal.”

If she didn’t tell him, she knew he’d continue making jokes about her reaction, and the last thing she wanted was Jake mentioning her and the word “erotic” in any context in public. She still didn’t trust him. She didn’t plan on that changing. But everyone would find out about the test anyway. She swallowed again, turned off the TV, and brought the plates to the table.

“It’s a test Maverick gave me.” She sat. “I have to pass it before I can fly with the squad.”

Jake paused, plastic fork midair. He cocked his head, then nodded and returned to his plate.

“I’ll help you pass.”

Hallie accidentally swallowed a green bean whole and immediately began coughing. After some water and more coughing, she croaked out a singular, “che?”

“I’ll help you pass it to make up for today.” He smirked, green eyes glinting. “Then I can outfly you anytime.”

Hallie rolled her eyes. “I doubt you can help.”

“Try me.”

Hallie let her fork fall into the mess of noodles, flipped through the papers, and settled on the section labeled Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia.

“When caught with the right engine failing, what can you expect Fanboy’s first course of action to be as your WSO?”

Jake’s turned to choke. “What?”

“Exactly.” She flipped to another page, then slid it over to him. “You helped me with this question though.”

His face twisted in confusion. It was a new look from his usual cocky smirks, and Hallie decided she liked it. While her note had been, admittedly, scrawled out in anger, she meant every word of it. Faced with the question of what to expect from Hangman, Hallie was firmly on Phoenix’s side. He’d always leave you hanging.

It took him a few minutes longer than she expected to read the whole thing, but when he looked up, he was frowning.

“I did what I thought was best, alright?”

“What on earth made you think that was best?” 

Jake stood, hands on the table and leaning over her. “I was distracting Maverick. You’d never have hit the target with him on your tail.”

Hallie paused. There was no way he’d actually thought that through.

“Phoenix told me about your first run with her and Bob here," she replied. "This isn’t the first stunt you’ve pulled.”

He shook his head and sat again. “I had Mav on sight. Couldn’t hit him unless I took her out too. I’m glad you’ve never had to make a tough call like that, but apparently they seem to chase me down.”

Hallie bit her tongue. For a moment, he looked like a golden retriever you’d just denied a walk. She was about to feel bad when he plastered a smirk on his face again.

“See? I’m not just my good looks.”

She scoffed. “Right.”

His chair creaked as he stood and began picking up the trash. “I mean it about helping. I’ll come over and look through your answers with you. Bring more weird food.”

“That’s not necessary.” Hallie stood.

He turned, hands to hips. “You forgive me yet?”

She didn’t reply.

“Then it’s necessary.”

It was odd seeing him standing in her kitchen, out of uniform. He was almost non-threatening. Almost, until she opened her mouth to protest, and he gave her the Lieutenant Seresin face again. If the day hadn’t been as exhausting as it was, Hallie would’ve given him her own Lieutenant attitude back.

“What will it take to convince you otherwise?” She asked.

He winked. “You’re welcome to try finding out, Dreamgirl.”

Hallie rolled her eyes and started for the the door, Jake in tow. “Fine.”

“Don’t worry, Hal.” He opened the door, stepped out, and turned back one last time. “We’ll have you back in the sky faster than Mav doing a fly-by.”