”You know you’re gettin’ on my last nerve?” Bradley confessed, although it wasn’t actually a secret. It was obvious, actually. He wasn’t handling it well that someone was better than him— or so he thought.. You were really just too full of yourself.

“Always flyin’ ‘round, riskin’ everyone else like you wanna be better than everyone else,” he sneered, jabbing a finger at your chest… “okay, Rooster. Back off.” Pheonix says. “It’s driving me nuts. You drive me nuts.” He hissed.

Bradley turned around though, rounding the pool table in the bar you and the other recruits of TOP GUN were at in San Diego.. and standing on the other side, his hands gripping the wooden edges with a vigor you hadn’t known he had. You swore you heard a soft crack.

“I’m fucking tired of you stealing the spotlight from everyone else. You got up here so quickly because you never let anyone else shine. Well, I’m done with your bullshit.”

“I don’t care that you’re ‘special’. Maverick can tell me all he wants that you’re just ‘great’ and he can’t help the fact you’re an ‘amazing pilot’, I don’t buy that shit. You must’ve slept your way up here or something, because I’m just as good as you!”

But, there was only one thing you took from his monologue. Your tone when you finally spoke up again.