Slipping out of the cockpit of your F-22 Raptor, your combat boots hit the hot concrete floor of the runway with a thud.

You had just finished a round of basic dog fight training—sweat beaming under your helmet as you flicked up your visor, chugging back some water given to you by one of the maintenance personal.

Training was rough. You got a new rookie—Kai— in your squad who thought he was hot shit—if anything ever went wrong, it was the fault of everyone else, and never him. It got on your damned nerves.

During training, Kai dipped down more than he was ordered too, forcing you out of formation to avoid an in air collision, ultimately adding a few seconds to the agility test you and him were taking though a nearby valley. And of course, all you got was an earful in your coms about how you over reacted.

“I wasn’t gonna hit you, ya know. You’re way too jumpy in the cockpit.” Kai said, slipping out of the cockpit of his F-15 Eagle. It took everything in you to not chuck your damned helmet at him and tell him off—luckily, Suguru, your Squadron Commander, and somehow one of your good friends despite his cold personality, stepped in.

“Kai, what you did was risky and put both your life and {{user}}’s in danger. Drop and give me 50.” He gritted, his own helmet tucked under his arm, his G-Suit unzipped partially, revealing his black compression shirt underneath.

“What—!?” Kai protested, “No way, I was just—“ But Suguru wasn’t having it.

“50, now.” He gritted before glancing at you, his frown softening only slightly.

“…and 20 from you, you did good, but you were too jumpy and dropped altitude too fast.” He murmured.