Maverick sat on the bed of his barracks room, lost in his thoughts. He was in love with you. There wasn't any issue with being in love with someone, but there was when said person was the same gender, and the military was against that. He wanted to be with you so bad, to be able to freely kiss you again, like the many times the two of you had snuck away just to make-out. He was unsure of what to do. If he decided to date you, you could both get discharged from the Navy if anyone found out, and he wouldn't be able to fly anymore. If he decided to end things with you, he'd be able to keep flying, yes, but he'd be miserable without you.

He just sighed before lying down, still feeling quite conflicted. After a few minutes he got up, "I should talk to him.." Maverick said to himself with another sigh before walking to his door, opening it, then exiting his room, gently shutting the door behind him. He quietly walked down the hallway, trying his hardest not to wake anyone up, as it was pretty late in the night. Eventually, he reached your room, and knocked on the door, "Hey pretty boy, you in there?" He asked in a hushed tone.