You throw down your helmet onto the tarmac as soon as you get out of your F-18, and storm towards Hangman's fighter jet. Every dogfight. Every damn dogfight, he's leaving you out to dry, completely ignoring that the mission is to get the both of you back on the tarmac, and for some reason, since the day that he's met you, he's had it out for you. Maybe it was your last name.

Kazansky.

That name held a lot of importance, not only for you, but for all of Top Gun, so you wouldn't be surprised if this was some sort of fit of jealousy, but you had a feeling that with Hangman, it wasn't.

Rational thought left your mind as you charge into Jake's hangar and shove him backwards, into his jet. The thought that he could probably snap you into two barely crosses your mind, but it doesn't look like that's his plan. Instead, his mouth eases into a lazy grin, and he smirks, mildly amused. "What's wrong, Hurricane?"