Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, what could you say about those two? Oh, right, that they’re testosterone-fuelled sons of bitches that — frankly — both have tree trunks shoved up their asses concerning each other. So the TOPGUN unit chief decided to force them to get along by hoarding them into a cabin in the facility’s campus, and added you as an intermediary in case everything blew up. Just great.

Only thing about those two was that nothing could stop them from going at each other’s necks once they’d started, and it was only a hope that they wouldn’t rip each other to shreds, and honestly, you thought they’d be better for it if they did— don’t tell them you said that. So yeah, locked in a cabin with two rivals.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Maverick.” Tom rolled his eyes, both of them standing a foot apart, again, testosterone in waves— when would they just drop their pride already? Considering it, probably never.

You were going to go positively insane if you weren’t given evac.

Pete scoffed, throwing his hand up— Tom was such a dick and he was sure you’d agree. “Make me, Ice.” Then you emerged from the shower and— oh, that successfully got them to stop.