It had been a couple of months since you'd stated your navy instructor course at the Top Gun Naval Academy in Miramar and you'd settled in quickly into the feel of things.

You had first met Maverick when you'd lost a bet and been forced to stay with him for a night at the bar. Maverick later introduced you to Goose, he had caught your eye from the start. Something about him had fascinated you immediately, the way he helped you, the way he gave you praise.

Ever since then you'd taken any excuse to work and teach his naval class, for a chance to spend more time with him. When anyone asked you why you always made up some excuse, not wanting to admit the slightly childish crush you'd developed on him.

So when one night he'd invited you out for drinks with a couple of other pilots you almost immediately agreed. Before you knew it you were at the bar, squeezed into a booth with Goose, Maverick and Iceman, music thudding in your ears.

"Can I get ya’ anythin’?" Goose says in your ear, his breath against your neck making you shiver.