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Captain Bradshaw

Requested: yes

Summary: you are reunited with your husband before the uranium mission.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst. mentions of death. Funerals. Crying. Arguments.

Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x wife!reader

Your morning routine was simple. When you climbed out of bed in the early hours of the morning, the first thing you did was brush your teeth. Next, you got dressed for work before making your coffee. The rest of your time before you went to work was spent with your head buried in either a book or Navy documents. This morning, you decided on The Things We Cannot Say. It was by far one of your favourite books to read. That wasnhow you spent the next twenty minutes, nose buried in your book as your eyes oved steadily over the page. When it was time for you to leave for work, you marked your page before setting the book on the bare kitchen table and moving to the front door. However, there was one thing different about this morning. You were doing it all without your husband.

Bradley waa on the other side of town, going through nearly the same routine as you. You knew he would be walking out the door at almost the same time as you. But you knew that he was most likely to leave late, most likely forgetting his keys on the counter. Usually, you were there to remind him not to forget such things. You grinned a little as you got lost in your thoughts. Today, you would be surprising your husband after being away from him for nearly six months. Bradley had been stationed out of the country while you were constantly bouncing between Virginia and Miramar. Now you were stationed at Top Gun for the furation of the uranium mission. You couldn’t wait to see the look of surprise on Bradleys face when you walked in.

The drive to the base was short. When you pulled in to the parking lot, you instantly noticed the amount of cars that filled it. The pilots must have decided that they wanted to be early. As you were walking into the building, a motorcycle on your left caught your eye. You stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out where you had seen it before giving up and heading inside. Once inside, you headed toward Cyclone’s office. You were met with the Vice Admiral and Warlock sitting on opposit sides of his desk. You offered the both of them a good morning. Moments later, the three of you were walking out of the office and making your way to the tarmac where the first lesson would take place.

When you reached the hangar, you stood beside Cyclone as Warlock moved to greet the aviators. You could see your husband sitting in the far row. A small smile rose on your face when you saw his expression. If you were to describe Bradley as something, it would be the embodiment of puppy dog eyes. Warlock began his speech, introducing who their instructor would be. That was the one thing that you didn’t know yet. When the man’s name was spoken, your jaw could have hit the floor then and there. There was no way that this would end well.

Just as you predicted, when Maverick strolled down the isle and took his spot behind the podium, Bradley instantly glanced around the room, not wanting to look at the man that was once his father figure. As he was looking around the room, his eyes landed on you. His eyes were blown wide with confusion, suddenly much less invested in Maverick. You could only offer him a small smile. Bradley returned the look. He was now looking foreward to his time in Miramar, rather than dreading it.

When the short lesson was finished, the aviators headed back into one of the main buildings. You followed after your superiors, joining them along with Maverick in Cyclone's office. You were civil with the man, only offering a brief hello before turning away from him. Maverick's eyes landed on the ring you were wearing. A soft sigh fell from his mouth. The last time that he had spoken to either you or Bradley you had only just started dating. The both of you were dismissed from the office only a few minutes later. You instantly headed toward the rec room, knowing that your husband would be in there. Maverick followed behind you.

You pulled the door to the room open, glancing around until your eyes landed on Bradley. Maverick called up the first group of aviators. Shuffling to the side, you allowed them to follow him out of the door. Once they were gone, Bradley moved over to you, leading you out of the room. The second the door shut behind him his arms were wrapped around your waist, face buried in your neck. “I missed you, baby.” He murmured into your neck causing you to giggle softly. He began to pepper feather-light kisses across your skin. You sighed at the familiar feel of his mustache dragging across your skin.

Your forehead rested against his shoulder as you held each other. After a few minutes, Bradley pulled back, deep brown eyes meeting yours. “I missed you too.” It was barely louder than a whisper. You knew your husband heard it regardless. Your hand slowly moved up his arm and to his chest, smiling when you felt the familiar bump of his dog tags, accompanied by his wedding band. His thumb toyed with the ring sitting on your own finger. Even after all these years, the way he was looking down at you still made your knees weak. It was a look you would never get tired of seeing.

“You should get back in there lieutenant,” You mumbled. Bradley smiled softly as you began to smooth out the wrinkles in his uniform. No matter what, you were always worrying about him. Whether it was something as drastic as an overseas deployment or as simple as a strand of hair out of place. You were always there for him. He grabbed your hand, halting it as you attempted to brush imaginary dust from his shoulders. He squeezed your hand in his, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles before dropping your hand. His arms wound around you once more, this time allowing your head to rest on his chest. His rested on top of yours, listening as you cucked in shaky breaths. “I love you.” You spoke quietly, voice muffled into the fabric of his shirt. You hated that after that long apart, you were only able to reunite with your husband because of what could only be classified as a suicide mission. Bradley could hear the emotion hanging heavy in your voice.

His hand began tracing light circles across your back, soothing you slightly. When your breathing had evened out, he pulled back slightly to meet your eyes. “I love you too, honey,” He murmured. His lips landed on your temple one last time. “We’ll be okay.” It took everything in you not to cry at his last statement, remembering that you were at work and needed to pull yourself together. Your husband drew away from you, his hand lingering on your hip as he stepped away. With one last sad smile, you watched him pull the door open before stepping inside. A deep sigh fell from your lips. The next few weeks were going to be rough.

You were walking around the base looking for your husband when you heard raised voices come from down the hallway. With cautious steps, you came closer to the door. By the time you were standing in front of it, you could clearly make out who the voices belonged to. You sucked in a sharp breath before pulling on the handle and walking inside.

Maverick and Bradley were inside, standing close together and clearly arguing. When the door opened, however, both of their eyes snapped toward you. It appeared as if neither of them minded that you were in the room when they instantly began speaking again. “Ready to fly like you?” Your husband questioned angrily, towering over his instructor. You closed the door behind you, knowing that it would be better if this conversation was private.

“No,” Maverick started. The shorter man was staring up at him with a hard gaze. “Ready to forget the book. Trust your instincts. Don’t think, just do. You think up there, you’re dead. Believe me.” Your whole body tensed. There was a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. You assumed that Maverick was talking about your husband's father. If that was the case and your husband caught on, there was no way this would end well.

Bradley’s next words shook you to your core. “My dad believed in you,” You could see the older man physically recoil at the mention of Bradley’s father. With your arm outstretched, your lips parted, ready to stop your husband from saying something he might regret. “I won’t make the same mistake.” You gasped softly before you could stop yourself. Maverick took a few steps back and even from where you were standing, you could see the tears lining his eyes. Suddenly the door was pulled open behind you.

Warlock stood at the door, a solemn look on his face. “Maverick.” He spoke softly. You glanced between the two of them, watching a look of understanding come across the shorter man’s face. The next few words from your superior were like white noise to you. You barely even noticed Bradley leading you to the back of the room. His hands came up to your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. While you had never been close with Maverick since the incident, Iceman was a man that both you and Bradley leaned on. He was the father figure that you would go to whenever you had a fight with Bradley. He was also the man that helped Bradley find his footing after Maverick had pulled his papers. And he was just gone? How were you supposed to accept that?

“Baby?” Bradley whispered. When your glossy eyes met his, he could only offer you a sad smile. His lips landed on your hairline. “It’s gonna be okay.” He began rocking you back and forth softly. A part of you wanted to believe him, but the other part of you knew that with Ice gone, Cyclone had everything he needed to have Maverick discharged. If that were to happen, you knew that the possibility for success on this mission would plummet. As much as you hated the man, you knew that he was the only person that could teach these pilots how to survive. How to come home. You stood there in his arms for the next 15 minutes.

Your husband was standing on your left, eyes trained on the casket in front of you. Maverick stepped up to it and pounded his wings into the dark wood. With tears in his eyes, he saluted the picture of Iceman and stepped back. The rest of the service was a blur. Next thing you knew, the casket was being lowered into the ground. Almost everyone had dissolved into tears by the time it had been covered with dirt. Everyone began to disperse, moving to leave the cemetery. Phoenix was one of the last to go. She patted both your husband's and your arm before walking away.

You and Bradley remained in that position for the next few minutes. Tears gathered on your lashes but you refused to let them fall. Suddenly, you turned to face him. “You better come home.” You spoke firmly. But even so, Bradley was able to notice the way your chin wobbled. He stepped toward you, grabbing your hands in his.

“Is that an order, Captain?” His voice was raw and filled with emotion. You could only nod, the emotions from the last few hours finally catching up to you. You collapsed into your husband's chest, sobbing steadily. Bradley simply held you, his cheek resting on the top of your head. A single tear trailed down his cheek, landing on the top of your head. You held him tighter, not wanting to ever let go. It seemed as if Ice’s death only made it more apparent just how dangerous this mission was. There was a possibility that you would never see your husband again. The thought sent more tears trailing down your cheeks. You needed Bradley to come home to you. What would you do without him?

a/n: Thank your for reading! Hoped you enjoyed! Requests are open.

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