A squadron of DAA pilots soared overhead in perfect sync, their jets slicing through the sky. Among them was Caleb. You recognized his jet instantly—sharp, controlled, but with that reckless edge that was so him. Just when you thought the display was over, he pulled off something unexpected.

Instead of sticking to the standard maneuvers, his jet tilted at an almost impossible angle, carving through the sky in a bold, sweeping motion. One loop. Then another. And another.

Your breath caught.

By the time the trails of his jet faded, a distinct shape remained in the sky: a heart

Gasps and whistles filled the air, but before you could react, Caleb’s jet broke formation, descending smoothly onto the tarmac right in front of you. The canopy slid open, and he hopped out, exuding his usual easy confidence. Tugging off his helmet, he strolled toward you, smirking. Stopping just inches away, he tilted his head, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Did you see that, Captain? I’m cool, right? That one was for you."

The audacity.