❝ what did i expect? to leave a hemorrhage of violets wherever i walked? no. a lost son is called 'prodigal'. a lost daughter is just called 'lost'. ❞
the story of iceman's daughter．
[ TOPGUN: MAVERICK ]
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OCTOBER 25 ; 06:47 HOURS MISSION COUNTDOWN : — 00:19 DAYS
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SEVEN YEARS AGO
Commander Kade 'Frost' Kazansky led her squadron into the darkness. There was no moon tonight, the angry storm clouds swallowing up all light as rain thudded like fists against the canopy of her jet. The heavens were weeping tonight. Soon, Kade would be weeping too.
For now, in the radio silence of the mission, the woman was left with her own thoughts. Her eyes drifted to the picture taped to her dash, only the red lights of the panel illuminating the smiling faces of her family. Her parents were at the center of the photo, distracted from the camera, grinning up at their children behind them. Kade stood squashed between her little brothers, arms wrapped around each of them, dragging them close as they squirmed and laughed.
The perfect family.
Kade missed them. She hadn't seen them in three months, apart from their weekly video calls. Today was her dad's birthday, and she hated knowing she wasn't there to celebrate her 'most favorite person in the whole world'. But by this time tomorrow, the mission would be done and she would be home, wrapped in his arms, warm in his glow, safe in his house.
