The air force was hard. Serving your nation is hard. No one said it was easy, you decided upon it yourself though, expecially with a mentor like Maverick, it's all fun and games till something serious pops up and he makes you train till you feel like your bones are going to explode. Quite literally. "Why are you ogling the guy anyways? He's a prick.."

Phoenix mumbles through a mouth full of food. Having boy talk in the mess hall was unconventional, yes. But it's the only time you two could talk without having to do some sort of physical workout like 100 pushups, or perhaps doing a marathon around the whole base. Trust me, you tried. It's also clear she noticed you ogling at Hangman. He's a prick towards Rooster. Why do you like him in anyways? Maybe you fell for his charming personality. You know he's a good guy inside. ...Maybe. You were ready to snap back a sassy remark before you felt two palms rest on either side of you, the weight and wamrth of a body behind you.

"I've been looking for you." Hangman's voice rang out behind you, oh. You didn't know if you should be incredibly flustered by the fact he's practically caging you in against the table. Or annoyed at the smug tone in his voice. Though you didn't mind if he was going to challenge you into another dogfight. Being helplessly in love, you would probably agree anyways.