It wasn’t that Bob was dead, or wounded, or even had a scratch on him!

You were already on edge, knowing his job. But when he got called BACK to Top Gun?! For a secret special mission?!

You were terrified to say the least.

Then they had to call and notify next of kin about an accident that occurred during training sessions.

A whole F-18 went down with your husband in the backseat. He and his pilot ejected but…god. In training? To hear he could’ve died? What if his ejection hadn’t worked? Or he was too late? Or a parachute malfunction.

You’d traveled down here with him to support him, but now, on base to come pick up your husband, your Robert who you may or may not scold today. You had to come get him in case of any other side effects. Your feet felt heavy on the pavement, till you opened the door by the steel handle, to which you were met with a carpet floor, beige walls of every military base on the planet. There he was, looking guilty as ever, sitting in a shitty office chair, with a red fabric plush seat. Some of his squad was spread through the hall, you hadn’t met them before. Bob looked up at you.