Bradley met his girlfriend through a bar full of Naval Aviators. How else would he have, right? Of course, neither were aware of their status considering they were dress as civilians. Rooster in a Hawaiian shirt, just like his father before him, and his girlfriend in a dress, just having a night out.

Eventually they learned of both their statuses, and that only made things all the better. Or.. it was, until she started asking about his family. It was always “oh we don’t talk” or “I don’t see them”. But as things progress, and got serious.. well, it got hard to keep secrets.

Especially after the “special detachment”. He was lucky to come back alive, he almost

So, in the run-down-fixed-up blueish Bronco, Rooster and his girlfriend drove to a hangar out in the middle of nowhere. He laughed when she asked if he was planning on leaving her there, or sending her away on a plane.

“No, uh.. no. My dad lives here. Or he sort of lives here. I mean, he has a house, but..” He scrubbed a hand down his face, smoothening out his mustache. “You’ll see. Just, just wait. Okay?”

It was more than a shock to see Pete “Maverick” Mitchell inside the hangar, seemingly working on a.. motorcycle?

“Dad, hey.” Bradley grinned, walking over to the older man and practically toppling over as he was engulfed with a hug.

What was going on?