Your call sign is Spades, usually I would give you the choice to use your own but it's prevalent to the story. Thank you.

"Hey Bobby!" I ran up to the blonde, putting my hand on his shoulder. He turns to look at me, a lop-sides grin spreading on his face.
"What's up Spades?"
"I just wanted to ask how you're feeling about tomorrow?"
Tomorrow we all shipped out for the Uranium mission. All of us were on edge but at the same time all made sure we were checking in on each other.
"Honestly really nervous, I have a sinking feeling Phoenix and I are going to get picked as a foxtrot team. I don't know if that makes me happy or upset." He gives a half-hearted chuckle.
"If you get picked, I'm sure you'll do great." I put a hand on his shoulder, giving a light squeeze. "You're a very talented WSO. Phoenix won't let anything happen to you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" His expression changed to concern. "You don't think you're getting picked to be a wingman? You're joking right?"
"With Hangman and Rooster here? No way. Plus- Mav will pick Rooster, we all know it." I shrugged. "But I'll be on standby if you call for help." I laugh a little, trying to lighten the mood.
"Bob!" We both turn to see Phoenix calling Bob over to her. I nodded at him, telling him to go. He runs over in her direction and I head to the showers, trying to clean everything off for tomorrow. It's a big day and I can't let anything take my mind off of the task at hand, whether I'm in a jet or on the tarmac.
The water runs over my body and I run my hands through my hair, letting the noise of running water clear my mind. My skin was sudsy from the terrible soap they provided and my hair was wet with conditioner when I hear the door open. Had I forgotten to lock it?
"Hello?" I speak up.
"Hey Y/N." I knew that voice, and he never used my real name.
"Rooster? What are you doing? I'm in the shower?" I rinsed off the soap and washing out the conditioner before shutting the water off.
"I just, want some company. Tomorrow is really getting to me."
"Let me hop out and get dressed. 5 minutes okay?" I heard some rustling and footsteps and peaked to see him standing in the corner, almost like he was in timeout.
Bradley and I had known each other since we were children. We went to the same schools, and went to basic together. We've had a lifetime friendship. "Okay Brad, you can look."
As he turned around, he was obviously freshly showered as well from his wet, slicked back hair and pajamas. "Sorry for barging in, I just couldn't be by myself anymore." I open my arms in response to his comment and he digs his face into the crook of my neck, squeezing me hard. "Can we go lay down and talk?" His voice is small, barely audible.
"Let's go Roo." I lead him to my room that Top Gun provided each of us. He crawled in, I shortly behind him. "Talk to me Rooster."
"I know Mav's going to pick me, he's been trying to make up for pulling my papers since we got here. He knows I wanna go on this mission but now the thought of going is getting to me. I don't think I can do it. The idea of one of those SAMS hitting me, or anyone kills me." There were small beads of sweat on his forehead, a tell that he was overwhelmed.
"It's gonna be okay, you're a great pilot. As long as you follow all the perameters you'll be okay. You've got great teammates, no one will let anything happen to you, especially Mav. He's made it his sole life purpose to protect you." Rooster laud his head on my shoulder as I rub circles into his back. "Plus, you've got the best guardian angel watching over you."
Rooster sniffles and I look down to see a tear fall. I quickly swipe it with my thumb and make him look up to face me. "You're going to be okay Bradley."
"Can I sleep in here? I don't want to be alone."
"Did you bring a flight suit?"
"My bags packed in my room, Ill grab it in the morning. Please Y/N." A couple more tears fell and I felt my own nerves surface, seeing him and Bob, along with the rest of the team so on edge.
"I don't want to be alone either. Come on, lay down. We need all the rest we can get."

The next morning, we were all lined up, waiting to hear from Mav who will be flying the mission.
"Good morning all. Just know my choices today are reflected on skill and skill alone. No bias."
"Who are your two foxtrot teams?" General Cyclone said.
"Phoenix and Bob." They look at each other and Bob looks back at me and I shoot him a smile.
"And your other?"
"Rooster and Spades."
"Sir, we never practiced as a team, we're both pilots." Rooster spoke up, looking at me. I barely realized Bob's hand snake through mine and squeeze hard.
"Spades is one of the best pilots and WSO's. She will be your back seater Rooster. End of story."
"And your wingman?"
The last name didn't even come through my ears. My mind was so caught up on the fact that Rooster and I are foxtrotting. We never ran the course that way, why would Mav throw this at us so last minute? What if it messes up the whole mission? I'm at the mercy of Rooster.
Bob squeezed my hand again, and I looked at him. He looked on the verge of tears but I didn't know if they were from him going in, or me. "I'm sorry," he mouthed. I squeezed his hand in reply.
We all headed out to the tarmac. Phoenix and Bob would go behind Mav and Rooster and I behind Hangman.
Rooster stopped to talk to Mav as I got in the jet. My nerves were rattling my brain. My whole body was shaking looking at the controls, quickly running through my brain reminding myself what it's like to be in the back again. Rooster hopped in shortly after and off we went.
The mission went smooth until we came up on coffin corner. The comms were hard to keep up with and I got whiplash one too many times from constantly telling Rooster what way to flank and where the missles were coming from.
Then, the unimaginable happened. We ran out of flares, and Mav saved us but went down in the process.
I could hardly hear Phoenix's "Dagger 1 is hit! I repeat, Dagger 1 has been hit!" due to the ringing in my ears. I kept trying to talk to Rooster, telling him to stay on course but I knew it was pointless. He probably would talk for days, if not weeks once we landed on the tarmac.
That was until he turned around. I started screaming and through the comms I could hear Bob and Phoenix's rebuttals, even Hangman's.
"Rooster! You can't take Spades down with you!! Go to the ship!!" I could hear Bob's pleas, but I knew they were futile. Hangman was calling Rooster every name in the book but it was too late. We were on our way to save Mav and I had no say. Rooster came up on the scene and I pointed out that Mav was on the ground.
Rooster shot down the helicopter, taking a SAM straight to our tail, causing us to go down. We ejected but mine faulted, causing me to eject too close to the ground, making the impact painful. I was pretty far from where Rooster had landed, but as I unbuckled myself and tucked my parachute I felt a sharp pain in my side. I looked down to see somehow I had sustained an open wound from my thighs to my ribcage. A big open cut, bleeding profusely. I quickly tried to hide it, not wanting to cause any delay.
"It's good to see you."
"Good to see you too." I finally caught up with the boys and gave Mav a hug before shoving Rooster to the ground.
"What the hell? Both of you?!" He got up slowly.
"Rooster what the hell was that?! They could've sent search and rescue!! You could've gotten us both killed!!" I was angry, that's for sure, but I'm glad we have Mav and that he's alive and well.
"Calm down Spades." Mav put a hand on my shoulder, "we're all okay, now we just need to get out of here."
Rooster and I followed Mav up to a hill where we overlooked the enemy's strip. "An F-14? Are you serious?" Rooster protested once we saw Mav's like of sight.
"I once shot down 3 Migs in one of those."
"We have 3 people Mav." I said.
"I know," he replied. "That's why you'll take the F-18 next to it, solo behind us."
"Mav I don't-" Before Rooster or I could get a word out, Mav was off and we had to scramble to get behind him. Him and Rooster went off to start the F-14 and I climbed into the F-18, waiting to see their nose come around so I could follow.
As they pulled around I realized how hard it's gonna be to take off. The runway is destroyed. I try to fiddle with my comms to get in touch with him but when I look up, their plane is gone. "Shit!" I quickly pull out and takeoff, barely making it into the air without causing damage. As I'm in the air, they are nowhere to be seen and the force on my body is causing immense pain to my side but I know I just have to catch up.
I knew damn well that F-14 is out of Roosters knowledge and he won't be able to get in contact with the ship so it fell on me to get in range and get in contact with range control.
In order to stay under radar and out of reach I dip into the canyon and take that way out to the ocean, staying low so I can safely figure out how to get my tracker going.
That's when I look up and see it. A fifth generation fighter right above me. Two of them to be exact. "Fuck." I try to remind myself if they knew where i was and who i am, I'd be dead already but then I glance again and see the F-14. "There you are. Stay calm Mav." I remind myself not to engage, and let Mav handle it, read the situation. If I engage, I risk putting them in danger.
I stay low, trying to still mess with my comms and radar, trying to find anyway to let the ship know we're alive. I finally get my personal tracker on and wait to see if Rooster sees it on his plane. "Come on Rooster, turn it on. Come on, let me see you light up." I look up to see them nowhere in sight so I pull up, making myself known on any nearby radars. I hear a beep and look down, "Atta boy, coming to find you."
I fly up to see the two of them being tailed by an enemy plane. I quickly fly underneath and start trying to find their chanel. "Mav? Rooster? Mav? Rooster? Do you copy?" I'm desperately working at it, knowing I have limited time before they get shot down or eject.
"Mav? Roos-"
"Spades?! We thought you were dead!!" I hear Rooster voice come through.
"Alright boys. Mav, I need you on the count of three to hit the brakes and let him fly right over okay? I'm under him, he doesn't even know I'm here. I'm going to fly under you and take him out alright? Just trust me."
"What the hell?" I hear Mav mutter but Rooster cuts him off.
"Mav do it! This is how she got her call sign! This is her signature move!! She's spading!"
"Mav- ready?"
"Ready."
"3,2-" I dipped down, "1!" Mav hit the brakes, causing the enemy plane to fly over him. Swooping under Mav I lined up my missile and fired, flying right through the fire. I hear hoops and hollers from Mav and Rooster. "Good job boys, let's go home." We fly back to the ship, landing successfully even though Mav was missing his front landing gear.
I watch everyone celebrate as I climb out of my plane and that's when I notice the blood all over the plane. I had been feeling the adrenaline of flying I hadn't noticed how much blood I was really losing. I climb down and as my feet hit the tarmac I look down at my hands, which are soaked in my own blood.
I look up to see Bob staring right at me and everything moved in slow motion as I saw his mouth moving, his faint "Medic!" cries barely hitting my ears. He was running towards me in a panic as I collapsed to the ground. I could hardly breathe, feeling my vision start to give.
"Hey, Y/N, stay with me, hey look at me!" I hear his pleading but it's barely audible. I'm barely conscious. I feel my body lift onto a stretcher and see Bob's face come back into view, his mouth is still moving but I hear nothing. I see him look up and Roosters face comes into view along with Hangman and Phoenix. They're all helping push my stretcher into the medbay.
"Please don't leave me." I hear Bob say before I lose consciousness.

As I come to, I look around to see I'm in a hospital with a bag of blood on my IV. As I look around more, my eyes land on the couch where Bob is fast asleep. I try to remain quiet, as to not wake him up as I attempt to get up to use the restroom but cry out in pain. "Hey! Woah!" Bob quickly wakes up and moves to me, stopping me from moving. "You're not supposed to move!"
"Bob, I have to pee."
He smiles a little and laughs at me. "I thought I lost you and all you have to say to me is 'i have to pee'."