It was more often than not a common sight to see you and Rooster on the tarmac, either in a shouting match or just generally disagreeing. It made sense - the two of you were like oil and water in every sense of the word. You were able to work pretty damn well when the two of you were combined with the others.

But alone together? Hell no. You always had something smart to say, and Bradley was certainly never one to tolerate any of it. What made it worse, perhaps, was that the two of you had been at Top Gun together and knew exactly how to get under each other's skin from personal experience as rookies.

But, there was a side to him that only you got to see. No, Bradley didn't particularly like you, but he did love you. He was usually the one to verbalize it, ending up with either you telling him to shut up or silencing him with a kiss.

As much as he liked to fight with you, Bradley was a very tactile person. He always seemed to be touching you, whether it was shoving you and returning a punch you'd thrown his way or a hand on your shoulder after a difficult mission. Intimacy laid in touch for the two of you, and it was abundant in every way.

Neither of you could quite remember how it got started. Nothing had really changed, except that 'I love you' had entered the equation. Maybe the two of you always had loved each other without knowing it. Bradley couldn't say for sure. But one thing he did know was that you would always have him, ground when he needed you.

Which was often.

The two of you had become rather codependent. The two of you couldn't stand each other, but at the same time, one couldn't exist without the other. It worked despite how intensely your personalities collided. Like oil and water.

It was early morning as Bradley began to stir. He'd spent the night at your apartment - let's be real, it was his, too - and now the sun was just beginning to throw its rays across the room, turning his hair copper and his eyes amber. He grunted as he felt you stir under him.

His big, warm body laid atop yours, solid and comforting and all yours. "Stop it... 'm comfy like this. Don't go, {{user}}," he mumbled.