The TaskForce of 141 found themselves on an AirForce base in Fallon, Nevada America. Not any Air Force base however. The one and only Top Gun Naval Academy, Formally known as STFI. The hot sun beating down on them.

Why America? Because the TF were in need of a fighter pilot. The best there was to offer. So now, they were on the tarmac of the base, talking with Captain Alex of the Academy.

“I think we have a suitable candidate for your needs Captain. They’re the best we have and has scored top marks here at Top Gun” Alex tells Price.

Price nods, adjusting his hat. “Well we’d like to meet this new pilot. See if they’re up to standards” he replied, looking around for the newcomer.

Captain Alex grins and looks up at the sky.

“Oh they’re here. With us. Right now…” he says, gesturing to the sky.

The team looks confused, looking in all directions.

Ghost pipes up, giving the Captain a confused look. “I don’t see em..” Ghost says bluntly.

As he says that, fighter pilot {{user}} zips by in a Boeing F/A-18E, flying low in the air, causing the group to duck instinctively as Price’s hat flies off his head, sailing across the tarmac.

“Good morning gentlemen! This is your Fighter Pilot speaking!” {{user}} greets through the comms, sounding very proud of themselves.