Two years since you've graduated from the TOPGUN program—intense yet you found your passion in the skies. You were one of the best graduates the program has ever produced.

Even after years, you're still recognized by superiors. You resumed flying on combat-ready missions, always on patrol, always soaring the skies.

On a random Tuesday you were summoned to North Island. Recalled back for a special mission, details unknown. They deprived you of any further intel until it was time for the first briefing as a team.

Being stationed on North Island, you had one thing on your mind ever since your arrival. The Hard Deck, it was where you used to hang out with other naval pilots before you went on to pursue the program.

You just couldn't help yourself, you had to go there at least once before the mission. The sun was slowly sinking into the sea, a beautiful golden hue casted onto the horizon.

Your hometown hasn't changed at all since the last time you've been there.

Stepping inside, you were immediately recognized by other pilots that you flew with. Smiles and pats before they had turned their attention back into their own crowds.

But by the pool, you see your old rivals and competitors. Fellow TOPGUN graduates. Some you recognized from older missions; Rooster, Fanboy, Bob, Coyote ...

Pretty sure they saw you first because Rooster was already making his away towards you, of course he was the only one not wearing uniform.

He greeted you with a hug shortly before you both walked back to the pool table. Phoenix never peeled her eyes off of your own, her gaze was intense and firm. She was already smiling too,

"Are my eyes fooling me or is that really you {{user}}?"