Hello! I just wanted to check in and say the next imagine should be up sometime tomorrow or early the next day, thanks for being patient! I still have friends over so I haven’t had any tumblr time :( 

Hello! I just wanted to stop by and say thank you, I’ve only had this account set up for 2 days and I already have so much support from you all! This is actually my side blog, but still feel free to come chat with me any time :) 

(Speaking of which, would you like Cal’s part 2 or Michael’s imagine up next? Let me know!) 

Ashton Rescue Diver/ Swimmer AU Imagine: 
Read Luke’s Fighter Pilot imagine HERE
Read part 1 of Calum’s Submarine Imagine HERE
(His POV) 
Sighing, I watched as the TV station was switched from the soccer game to the weather channel, showing a special report of Hurricane Gordon closing in on the coast, which just so happened to be the coast I live on. 
“How much are you wanna bet we’re gonna end up right in the middle of that thing?” Alex Gaskarth said, chuckling as the room filled with laughter of the 5 guys on various chairs and couches. 
“Oh I guarantee it.” Another said “Civilians can’t pass up this great opportunity to put their lives in danger” he laughed 
“Hurricane season always reminds me what we actually are- glorified lifeguards.” Alex laughs and the room erupts again. 
“It says it could be a CAT 3 by the time it hits.” someone said, effectively shutting us up as we continued to tune in. I looked around the room, our Saturday soccer game meetups getting smaller and smaller as guys got married and settled down. I wouldn’t admit it, but I want nothing more than to be one of them. Except I’m not even dating anyone, I blame it on my job, but in all reality, I’m just getting sick of going on dates and having people constantly try to “set me up” with various girls. But as my mom and sister always remind me, perfect girls won’t just fall into my life “You have to find them” I can hear them saying it in my head. We continued to hang out until the game ended, each going home to different places but being woken up by the same alarm. 
The blaring noise on my work phone brought me back to consciousness, but I’m surprised I managed to sleep through the storm. I looked it over, an emergency situation was developing and all available rescue swimmers were being called in. I jumped up, giving myself a generous 2 minutes to get myself together, grabbing my emergency bag and heading out the door. I grimaced when I realized I was going to have to drive to the base. I’ve been trained to swim in 12 feet waves but no amount of practice makes it safe to drive in this. When I make it there ok, I rush in and meet up with fellow swimmers as we wait to be briefed. 
“Alright, we got an emergency call here from a civilian passenger ship in distress about 9 miles offshore. They have around 20 people on board so its gonna be all hands on deck. From the weather report I’ve just received the hurricane hasn’t even hit full force yet so we’re going to do a complete extraction I want every civilian off that boat and on a helicopter in the next hour.” He ordered, reading off reports in front of him. “Any questions?” He finished. The room was silent. 
“Ok, let’s gear up gentlemen.” He nodded and led us out. 

[[MORE]]
The gear room was bustling with activity. We were planning on being able to use a ladder and extract the civilians from the ship’s deck but if the situation escalates and the boat goes down we need to be ready to go into the water. I got my stuff from my locker and suited up, heading off to my designated helicopter with my team. I felt the all too familiar rush in my bones as I felt it lift from the ground and head towards the chaos of the storm. 
“Expect arrival in 3 minutes” the helicopter pilot yelled back to us as we prepared the ladder. 
“Have we gotten an update on the boat’s condition?” Alex asked 
“Not that I know of” I responded, silently hoping it was still intact. As I looked down I could tell the water was rough, whitecaps attacking the distant shoreline. However it didn’t scare me, it just made my adrenaline surge. Soon enough we were there, and I could see the medium sized ship being rocked by the storm. 
“Ok, Ashton and I are going to lower the ladder and help people climb in at the top” Jack started  “Mark” he called to the third member of our team “I want you down there helping to direct them” Mark nodded, and I reached for his scuba gear.
“Take this” I told him “We can’t be taking any risks out there” He nodded. 
“Are we doing Women and children first?” He asked, he was still pretty new to the job. 
“We can’t, thats not protocol” Alex answered, his eyebrows furrowed. “Try to do children and any elderly, and of course anyone injured. But I mean its gonna be crazy so just try to keep it somewhat organized. Alright we gotta go!” 
 I took a deep breathe before yanking the helicopter door open, the wind taking us all by surprise but we steadied ourselves quickly. Seconds later Mark was climbing down the somewhat flimsy ladder as Alex and I watched the people below flailing their arms in the air towards us. The other helicopter teams began to hover over the ship as well, and soon enough we had a steady stream of people climbing up the rope. A pair of teenage boys, a middle aged women, and an elderly couple nervously climbed up and we pulled them in when they reached the top, guiding them towards the back of the helicopter. But things we not looking good, with about 5 people still on board, not counting our own guys, the boat began to tip. 
“Ash it’s going down!” Alex yelled and our eyes met, silently communicating what we have to do. I immediately began throwing my scuba gear on and he did too. We’re going to have to jump out of the helicopter. 
“Get us as low as possible without endangering the helicopter!” I called out to the pilot who gave me nod in response. The people inside with us began crying out when they felt the helicopter move lower. “Hey, it’s ok! You’re all going to be fine, we’re going to get you out of here as soon as possible.” I said calmly, trying to make eye contact with all of them, something I had learned in training. 
“Ash, let’s do this” Alex called 
“Rock paper scissors to see who goes first?” I asked lightly, he laughed. 
“Nah, I got it” He smirked and leaned out before letting himself fall. I whipped my head out to watch, his form perfect. 
Once he got a safe distance from the drop zone, I got myself ready and leaned out, knowing the longer I wait the worse the feeling in my stomach would get, I flung myself out. The rush of air was oddly soothing but it was over quickly when I impacted the cold water, feeling it spray up in all directions as its surface tension broke. The human bodys first instinct is to move up, but I have on oxygen mask on so I stay down, knowing I’ll have better visibility underneath. The boat was simultaneously tipping and sinking, the passengers on board scrambling to stay on, unaware they are better off letting go and jumping in. I came over the surface to see what’s going on the deck, and was thankful when I saw Mark encouraging the people to go ahead and get in the water where we can help them. The first to go was a man in his early thirties, who bravely jumped off the ledge, he was closer to Alex so I let him take that one. Then when I looked up again, I saw the terrified yet beautiful face of a young girl. Mark had his arms resting on hers, probably trying to coax her in but she shook her head fiercely. I watched as he pointed towards me, showing her someone was out here to help. I lifted my hand out to wave, and her bright eyes shone through the stormy skies. She looked up at him one more time before he walked her toward the edge, her shaky arms going to support herself on the side barrier before she swung her legs over, closed her eyes, and fell. I had never felt this way on a mission, but I swear my heart stopped until I saw her resurface. Wasting no time, I dove back under and swam hard in her direction. I knew I had reached her because she immediately grabbed onto me. Unable to take off my mask to reassure her, I tried to somehow soften my eyes.
     She coughed loudly, her face already beginning to show a purplish hue from the cold. I turned us around and saw the ladder swinging around 25 meters away. I yanked her in the right direction, we have to hurry, she won’t able to swim very long in such cold water. She started off strong, but I could tell she was starting to fade and I wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her, hoping she could save her energy for the rope climb. I tried my best to minimize the splashing, not wanting to force any more water down her throat. When we got to ladder, I disregarded the rules and ripped off my oxygen mask. “You’re going to have to climb up, can you do that?” I asked, my concern showing in my voice.
She shook her head and reached her arms up to grab it. I placed my hands on her waist and pushed her out of the water, pressing a hand to her back to steady her until she was too far up. I treaded water and watched as she made her up, and felt instant relief when I saw Alex’s arms pull her in. Then I grabbed the rope and climbed up briskly, not wanting to force the helicopter to stay much longer, when I was up, her face was the first I looked for. 
“Dude, you alright?” Alex asked and Mark looked on, probably concerned by my own anxious face; but for some reason I didn’t answer him, just gave him a dismissive nod and moved towards the girl I had rescued moments ago. I pulled a blanket from a side compartment and wrapped it around her, my hands moving up and down her arms to help circulation. 
“Are you alright? Can you tell me your name?” I asked, simultaneously checking for a head injury and fulfilling my own curious intentions. 
“I-I’m okay. My name is Y/N.” She answered, her voice was light and airy. I tore my eyes away to check that we were moving back towards the shore and over the other people in the helicopter. I continued to try to warm her up as made it back on base, landing roughly due to the wind. Alex got the door open and as expected the victims rushed out, practically toppling over each other as we tried to maintain control. Y/N however waited patiently, and as I helped everyone out and towards the medical center inside, I waited for her. But she never came out. 
“Y/N?” I called, and I saw her cuddled up in the corner
“Hey, hey” I said softly “You’re ok now, its all over” She looked at me, her eyes wide and they searched mine. Then in one sudden movement she threw herself into me, my arms automatically wrapping around her. 
“Thank you” She breathed. 
“You’re welcome” I chuckled, neither of us letting go. 
I ended up staying with her the rest of the day, and eventually the rest of my life. I guess I proved my family wrong, perfect girls really can just fall into your life.  

Ashton Rescue Diver/ Swimmer AU Imagine: 

Read Luke’s Fighter Pilot imagine HERE

Read part 1 of Calum’s Submarine Imagine HERE

(His POV) 

Sighing, I watched as the TV station was switched from the soccer game to the weather channel, showing a special report of Hurricane Gordon closing in on the coast, which just so happened to be the coast I live on.

“How much are you wanna bet we’re gonna end up right in the middle of that thing?” Alex Gaskarth said, chuckling as the room filled with laughter of the 5 guys on various chairs and couches.

“Oh I guarantee it.” Another said “Civilians can’t pass up this great opportunity to put their lives in danger” he laughed

“Hurricane season always reminds me what we actually are- glorified lifeguards.” Alex laughs and the room erupts again.

“It says it could be a CAT 3 by the time it hits.” someone said, effectively shutting us up as we continued to tune in. I looked around the room, our Saturday soccer game meetups getting smaller and smaller as guys got married and settled down. I wouldn’t admit it, but I want nothing more than to be one of them. Except I’m not even dating anyone, I blame it on my job, but in all reality, I’m just getting sick of going on dates and having people constantly try to “set me up” with various girls. But as my mom and sister always remind me, perfect girls won’t just fall into my life “You have to find them” I can hear them saying it in my head. We continued to hang out until the game ended, each going home to different places but being woken up by the same alarm.

The blaring noise on my work phone brought me back to consciousness, but I’m surprised I managed to sleep through the storm. I looked it over, an emergency situation was developing and all available rescue swimmers were being called in. I jumped up, giving myself a generous 2 minutes to get myself together, grabbing my emergency bag and heading out the door. I grimaced when I realized I was going to have to drive to the base. I’ve been trained to swim in 12 feet waves but no amount of practice makes it safe to drive in this. When I make it there ok, I rush in and meet up with fellow swimmers as we wait to be briefed.

“Alright, we got an emergency call here from a civilian passenger ship in distress about 9 miles offshore. They have around 20 people on board so its gonna be all hands on deck. From the weather report I’ve just received the hurricane hasn’t even hit full force yet so we’re going to do a complete extraction I want every civilian off that boat and on a helicopter in the next hour.” He ordered, reading off reports in front of him. “Any questions?” He finished. The room was silent.

“Ok, let’s gear up gentlemen.” He nodded and led us out.

Calum Hood Submariner AU Imagine: (Part 1) 
Read Luke’s Fighter pilot Imagine HERE 
(His POV) 
I took a deep breathe of musty air as I layed in my bunk, trying to squeeze in just a little more sleep before I’m set to take the watch of the control room. But I’m finding it a little difficult, I can’t stop thinking about Y/N, it’s her mother’s birthday, so I’m sure she’s heading over to her parents house. We’re officially engaged, and I’m sure back home she’s knee deep in wedding planning, something I’m actually glad I don’t have to be around for. I hired a photographer to capture the night, when I took her out on a nice boat and as we stood near the edge, I pointed something out to her, when she turned around, she saw me kneeling with the ring presented to her. She didn’t even let me say my speech before squeaking out a yes and falling into my arms. However now I’m 20,000 leagues under the sea and she’s at home in our apartment. Checking my watch, I decide to head over to the control room now. I carefully climb out of my bunk, but apparently not careful enough.
“Watch it Hood!” I hear a grumpy voice mutter from below me.
“Sorry” I say quietly 
I walk briskly through the tight hallways of the ship. Dodging the other sailors with ease as I enter the bridge.
“Lieutenant Hood” I hear as I’m greeted by a fellow sailor, Zach Merrick. I return the greeting before grazing my eyes over the VMS screen, getting a feel for our current location.
“How’s the watch?” I ask, wanting information before I relieve him as Officer of the deck for the next 6 hours. 
“It’s going just fine shipmate” He replies with a grin as he watches over the room and leans against the parascope he’s standing next to. 
“Great” I reply and we continue chatting as guys come in and out replacing one anothers positions until the captain enters the room. I watch his eyes sweep the room before landing on me. 
“Ready to take the watch?” He asks 
“Yes sir” I reply immediately. Zach and I give each other a nod before he exits. 
“You have the con” The Captain states before leaving as well. 
“Alright, continue on course and maintain depth.” I announced, thinking it was going to be a long and uneventful night watch. I was wrong. 
About 2 hours into the watch, a junior officer, Tyler, came up to me. “Can I ask you a personal question lieutenant?” He asked nervously 
“Um I suppose so” I answered cautiously 
“Are you in a relationship? Like a serious one?” He asked, his eyes darting back and forth from the floor.
“I am. I’m engaged actually.” I replied, not being able to suppress a smile
“Oh, Congratulations!” Tyler smiled “I was just asking because, right before we left my girlfriend of a few months broke up with me. I just worry sometimes that with our job, we can never have long-lasting relationships.” He admitted, his voice going softer as he spoke
“Hey, listen up Tyler, I’m sorry to hear that, but trust me, you can and will find the person you’re meant to be with. There are so many beautiful strong girls out there who would be more than happy to be with a brave submariner like yourself, and when we get home, you’re going to find her.” I told him confidently. He gave me a small smile. 
“How does your um, finance, handle it?” He asked
“Y/N” I said smiling because even after so long I love saying her name aloud. “She’s a really strong girl, and we both know she can take care of herself. Plus she has a great support group with some other military spouses and both of our families. And I guess at the end of the day she loves me and is proud of me, she loves what I do.” I said proudly. We gave each other a look of understanding before he returned to his post, and I checked over the officers driving the ship. As I did, I was interrupted. 
“Lieutenant Hood, we found something on radar!” A fellow officer called to me, his face looked somewhat urgent, so I immediately followed him back into the purple ultraviolet light of the sonar room. 
He pointed at the oval shaped object appearing on the screen. 
“Do you know what it is?” I asked 
“Well its not a rock” One of sailors stated, I gave him a look. 
“Well I’m just saying, that might help!” He said defensively. I shook my head. 
“That’s enough Ensign” I said warningly 
“It’s about 365 feet long” one officer told me. 
“That’s about the length of a.. Submarine” I said, looking up to meet disturbed eyes of the men in the room. 
“Wake the Captain.” I ordered “Now” 
 

Calum Hood Submariner AU Imagine: (Part 1) 

Read Luke’s Fighter pilot Imagine HERE 

(His POV) 

I took a deep breathe of musty air as I layed in my bunk, trying to squeeze in just a little more sleep before I’m set to take the watch of the control room. But I’m finding it a little difficult, I can’t stop thinking about Y/N, it’s her mother’s birthday, so I’m sure she’s heading over to her parents house. We’re officially engaged, and I’m sure back home she’s knee deep in wedding planning, something I’m actually glad I don’t have to be around for. I hired a photographer to capture the night, when I took her out on a nice boat and as we stood near the edge, I pointed something out to her, when she turned around, she saw me kneeling with the ring presented to her. She didn’t even let me say my speech before squeaking out a yes and falling into my arms. However now I’m 20,000 leagues under the sea and she’s at home in our apartment. Checking my watch, I decide to head over to the control room now. I carefully climb out of my bunk, but apparently not careful enough.

“Watch it Hood!” I hear a grumpy voice mutter from below me.

“Sorry” I say quietly

I walk briskly through the tight hallways of the ship. Dodging the other sailors with ease as I enter the bridge.

“Lieutenant Hood”

Luke Fighter Pilot AU Imagine: 
(His POV)
(Warning: Mentions of Iraqi conflicts) 

Taking a deep breath, I shifted around in my flight suit to get comfortable. Looking around the relatively packed room,I swept a glance at the fellow pilots in the room. I trust these guys more than anything, we place our lives in each others hands every time we flew. One lesson we learn time and time again, you can’t do things alone in the air, it has to be a team mission. Today was no different, we’re going up for a routine patrol off the coast of Oman in the gulf. I stood at attention as my commanding officer, Lieutenant Colonel Fox came in to brief us.
“Alright boys, routine patrol, nothing too special, radios been pretty quiet so we shouldn’t be expecting any company up there. However if there are any surprises, remain in a defensive position until we get intel, I don’t want to take any chances this close to Iraqi air space, do not let them get gain an advantage on you. Any questions?” He spoke quickly and confidently, just as he should. We are good at what we do, we were chosen specifically by the joint chiefs for this particular patrol in such an unstable area. When no one responded, we headed out on the runway. I felt a hand give a friendly pat on my back and saw Jack Barakat, a fellow pilot, shoot me a smile. I gave a friendly nod to him and some of the Landing signal officers (LSOs) as I climbed up the ladder to my plane, I flew an F-16 solo. 
As I got situated my eyes wandered to the pictures I taped into the cockpit. It was a photo of Y/N, looking as gorgeous as ever at our 2 year wedding anniversary dinner.The other was new to this deployment, it was an ultrasound. I did the math in my head and figured it was 1 am back home, and I can picture Y/N cozied up in our bed fast asleep, probably sideways because she can use my side too. I hated leaving her, especially now, but it was only for a few weeks this time. 
“Are you set first lieutenant?” I heard through my radio
“Yes sir” I responded, doing a final check over the control panel, closing the overhead hatch and taking deep controlled breaths through my oxygen mask to ensure its flowing properly.
“Clear to approach” I shifted my plane and taxied, following the signals from the LSOs. Getting the final clear, I slowly accelerated until I was nose up and off the flight deck of the aircraft carrier. This was probably my favourite part, going into the clouds and finally above them. I got to take a picture of it once and Y/N framed above our bed at home. She really was the wife of a pilot.
We were 10 minutes into patrol when I got the news. 
“Attention, we have radar confirmation of an unidentified jet flying 35 degrees southwest of your location.” 
“Copy” I responded
“Hemmo, I want you to tail him” I heard the voice of Lt Fox boom into my radio 
“Yes Sir” 
“I don’t like this” I heard him say faintly as I dropped back, declining altitude and speed until I saw exactly what I didn’t want to see, a sandy colored plane with Arabic writing. 
“Sir it’s Iraqi” I called in. 
“Copy that, tail him for a bit I want to see what he’s up to” Fox said back, I followed orders until I realized what exactly was going on. “BearKat what’s your 20?” I called in.
“Hemmo! I’m at the freaking border of the airspace man, I got totally sandbagged, which is quite literal because all I can see is sand.” Jack replied casually. 
Shit, that’s exactly where the guy I’m following is headed. I informed command immediately, this could get really dangerous. Fox told me to close in more, and thats what I was doing when I heard one of the worst things a pilot can say.
“He’s got missile lock on me!” Jack yelled into the radio 
“Hemmo I want you on his ass now!” Fox shouted
I jerked the plane around, almost 90 degrees to get into position, I could feel the G force hit me like a brick wall, the feeling my legs rapidly declining. 
“I can’t shake him off!” Jack yelled desperately. 
“Alright Hemmo, he’s yours now” Fox stated 
“You want me to terminate?” I asked, fighting to remain in position at this angle. 
“Yes thats an order” He commanded. 
I lined up missile lock, taking a deep breathe my shaking hand hit the red button. I watched it close in, but not for long, I had to get out the line of debris soon to be covering the sky. 
“Both of you get out of there!” I heard Fox command. 
As a last ditch effort, the enemy jet jerked up towards me, wanting to take me down with him. 
“Hemmo drop out now!” I heard, and lowered the stick down, knowing I was about it hit an insane amount of G-force. I felt the beginnings of a grey-out, colors around me beginning to lose their vibrancy. Tunnel vision followed, but I knew I had to keep decelerating or else I would be hit from the blast force. I heard the missile reach its target, and I probably would have let out a sigh of relief if I wasn’t gasping for air. 
“You got him, nice shot” I heard faintly, but I knew I couldn’t respond
“Hemmo? You copy?” I heard Jack call 
I was starting to blackout, if I can’t gain control I’m going to crash. 
“Luke hang it there” I heard faintly again. 
“Luke, don’t you do this. Don’t you dare. Think of Y/N, think of your baby.” I heard Fox order, with what little strength I had I looked at the picture of them, with my blurred tunnel vision they were all I could see. I thought of Y/N whispering in my ear “promise you’ll come home to me?” as we said our goodbyes. “I will, to both of you” I remember replying and hugging her tight. 
“You are going home to them, thats an order” I heard Fox command. 
That’s an order I repeated in my head as I let out a grunt and and finally managed to level out my plane and recover my vision and feeling. I continued to recover and catch my breathe as I headed back towards the carrier, although my hands didn’t stop shaking until I touched down on the flight deck a while later. Getting out of the jet, I heard a small crowd of sailors and fellow airmen clapping and cheering for me. I gave a humble nod and walked over to Jack. 
“Hey man, you really saved me today. I owe you one big time.” He said, pulling me into a tight hug. 
“Don’t mention it, I know you’d have done the same thing.” I replied, giving him a sincere smile. 

* 3 weeks later* 
Sighing, I shifted around to stretch out my legs from my flight home as I waited near baggage claim at the airport. I wasn’t sure if Y/N was coming to get me or not, I’d be fine if she didn’t, I knew she needed rest. So when I felt a tap on my shoulder her face was the last I was expecting. 
“Luke!” She squealed, throwing herself into me as I wrapped my arms around her, breathing in the smell of my home and kissing the side of her head. After a few moments, I pulled away slightly to look down, her 2 month little swell now a 5 month baby bump. 
“Y/N..” I breathed, “You look beautiful” 
She blushed, looking off to side. She won’t accept my compliments even after all this time. 
I was interrupted when I saw my bag on the conveyor belt and grabbed it, pulling the strap over my shoulder. 
“All set?” She asked 
“Yes, let’s go home.” I said, taking her hand in mine and leading us out.
(I’m doing a military au meme for each of the boys! Cal’s should be up sometime tomorrow!) 

Luke Fighter Pilot AU Imagine:

(His POV)

(Warning: Mentions of Iraqi conflicts) 

Taking a deep breath, I shifted around in my flight suit to get comfortable. Looking around the relatively packed room,I swept a glance at the fellow pilots in the room. I trust these guys more than anything, we place our lives in each others hands every time we flew. One lesson we learn time and time again, you can’t do things alone in the air, it has to be a team mission. Today was no different, we’re going up for a routine patrol off the coast of Oman in the gulf. I stood at attention as my commanding officer, Lieutenant Colonel Fox came in to brief us.

“Alright boys, routine patrol, nothing too special, radios been pretty quiet so we shouldn’t be expecting any company up there. However if there are any surprises, remain in a defensive position until we get intel, I don’t want to take any chances this close to Iraqi air space, do not let them get gain an advantage on you. Any questions?” He spoke quickly and confidently, just as he should. We are good at what we do, we were chosen specifically by the joint chiefs for this particular patrol in such an unstable area. When no one responded, we headed out on the runway. I felt a hand give a friendly pat on my back and saw Jack Barakat, a fellow pilot, shoot me a smile. I gave a friendly nod to him and some of the Landing signal officers (LSOs) as I climbed up the ladder to my plane, I flew an F-16 solo.

As I got situated my eyes wandered to the pictures I taped into the cockpit. It was a photo of Y/N, looking as gorgeous as ever at our 2 year wedding anniversary dinner.The other was new to this deployment, it was an ultrasound. I did the math in my head and figured it was 1 am back home, and I can picture Y/N cozied up in our bed fast asleep, probably sideways because she can use my side too. I hated leaving her, especially now, but it was only for a few weeks this time.

“Are you set first lieutenant?” I heard through my radio

“Yes sir” I responded, doing a final check over the control panel, closing the overhead hatch and taking deep controlled breaths through my oxygen mask to ensure its flowing properly.

“Clear to approach” I shifted my plane and taxied, following the signals from the LSOs. Getting the final clear, I slowly accelerated until I was nose up and off the flight deck of the aircraft carrier. This was probably my favourite part, going into the clouds and finally above them. I got to take a picture of it once and Y/N framed above our bed at home. She really was the wife of a pilot.

We were 10 minutes into patrol when I got the news.

“Attention, we have radar confirmation of an unidentified jet flying 35 degrees southwest of your location.”

“Copy” I responded

“Hemmo, I want you to tail him” I heard the voice of Lt Fox boom into my radio

“Yes Sir”

“I don’t like this” I heard him say faintly as I dropped back, declining altitude and speed until I saw exactly what I didn’t want to see, a sandy colored plane with Arabic writing.

“Sir it’s Iraqi” I called in.

“Copy that, tail him for a bit I want to see what he’s up to” Fox said back, I followed orders until I realized what exactly was going on.
“BearKat what’s your 20?” I called in.

“Hemmo! I’m at the freaking border of the airspace man, I got totally sandbagged, which is quite literal because all I can see is sand.” Jack replied casually.

Shit, that’s exactly where the guy I’m following is headed. I informed command immediately, this could get really dangerous. Fox told me to close in more, and thats what I was doing when I heard one of the worst things a pilot can say.

“He’s got missile lock on me!” Jack yelled into the radio

“Hemmo I want you on his ass now!” Fox shouted

I jerked the plane around, almost 90 degrees to get into position, I could feel the G force hit me like a brick wall, the feeling my legs rapidly declining.

“I can’t shake him off!” Jack yelled desperately.

“Alright Hemmo, he’s yours now” Fox stated

“You want me to terminate?” I asked, fighting to remain in position at this angle.

“Yes thats an order” He commanded.

I lined up missile lock, taking a deep breathe my shaking hand hit the red button. I watched it close in, but not for long, I had to get out the line of debris soon to be covering the sky.

“Both of you get out of there!” I heard Fox command.

As a last ditch effort, the enemy jet jerked up towards me, wanting to take me down with him.

“Hemmo drop out now!” I heard, and lowered the stick down, knowing I was about it hit an insane amount of G-force. I felt the beginnings of a grey-out, colors around me beginning to lose their vibrancy. Tunnel vision followed, but I knew I had to keep decelerating or else I would be hit from the blast force. I heard the missile reach its target, and I probably would have let out a sigh of relief if I wasn’t gasping for air.

“You got him, nice shot” I heard faintly, but I knew I couldn’t respond

“Hemmo? You copy?” I heard Jack call

I was starting to blackout, if I can’t gain control I’m going to crash.

“Luke hang it there” I heard faintly again.

“Luke, don’t you do this. Don’t you dare. Think of Y/N, think of your baby.” I heard Fox order, with what little strength I had I looked at the picture of them, with my blurred tunnel vision they were all I could see. I thought of Y/N whispering in my ear “promise you’ll come home to me?” as we said our goodbyes. “I will, to both of you” I remember replying and hugging her tight.

“You are going home to them, thats an order” I heard Fox command.

That’s an order I repeated in my head as I let out a grunt and and finally managed to level out my plane and recover my vision and feeling. I continued to recover and catch my breathe as I headed back towards the carrier, although my hands didn’t stop shaking until I touched down on the flight deck a while later. Getting out of the jet, I heard a small crowd of sailors and fellow airmen clapping and cheering for me. I gave a humble nod and walked over to Jack.

“Hey man, you really saved me today. I owe you one big time.” He said, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Don’t mention it, I know you’d have done the same thing.” I replied, giving him a sincere smile.

* 3 weeks later*

Sighing, I shifted around to stretch out my legs from my flight home as I waited near baggage claim at the airport. I wasn’t sure if Y/N was coming to get me or not, I’d be fine if she didn’t, I knew she needed rest. So when I felt a tap on my shoulder her face was the last I was expecting.

“Luke!” She squealed, throwing herself into me as I wrapped my arms around her, breathing in the smell of my home and kissing the side of her head. After a few moments, I pulled away slightly to look down, her 2 month little swell now a 5 month baby bump.

“Y/N..” I breathed, “You look beautiful”

She blushed, looking off to side. She won’t accept my compliments even after all this time.

I was interrupted when I saw my bag on the conveyor belt and grabbed it, pulling the strap over my shoulder.

“All set?” She asked

“Yes, let’s go home.” I said, taking her hand in mine and leading us out.

(I’m doing a military au meme for each of the boys! Cal’s should be up sometime tomorrow!)