art: Top Gun!AU
“Come on, Avril. Play time’s over. Hitman wants us back on deck.”
Ray can hear Brad’s voice over his headset. “Aaw..you’re such a party pooper, Iceman. One more lap?” He flew his jet next to Brad’s. Ray take this chance to show Brad his cutest puppy face.
“You’re not that cute, Avril.” This time it’s Poke.
“Gotta land this thing. We’re low on fuel.” A voice comes from behind him.
Ray checked his fuel meter. The needle drops dangerously low although he’s sure he can at least make a fly-by and make Griego shit his pants.
“Av.” Ray can sense the threat in Walt’s voice. Ray is contemplating. But then Iceman keeps nagging him. But as much as he wants to mess with Griego, he might also have to deal with Hitman. And although Hitman is one of the nicest trainer they have, he wouldn’t want to pissed him off.
“Fuck.” He finally says. “Whatever you say, Cowboy.”
“Finally.” Brad called the base. “Hitman, this is Bravo. We’re heading home.“
“Copy that, Iceman. Good job.”