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1.
Maverick hates saying Hangman, it's a constant reminder of who he used to be, and who a certain naval aviator with a single air to air kill was when he was put up in the air. He was good, almost too good, but also too egoistic, too cocky, too much of a mini Mav. So he addresses his aviators with a last name basis instead.
"Seresin, you're up." Maverick says, ticking off something on a list.
Natasha stops what she's doing, and looks up at Maverick from her spot at the far end of the room. Then she remembers, that she's on base, and when she's on base she's not a Seresin, she's a Trace. Her husband stands up instead, flashing one of those charming looks that he always seems to have on hand at any given time, how convenient.
2.
Coyote looks around the group, "Can I get anyone more beers?" He stands up, preparing to walk to the bar. "Seresin, can I get you something?"
Natasha responds, "No I'm good," at the same time Jake replies, "I could use another beer."
Javy looks at Natasha with a coy smile, "A little early to be drunk Trace."
Jake smirks. "Yeah sweetheart, no more alcohol for you." He teases, grabbing the beer from her hand, taking a swig from the bottle.
Natasha looks away, a small smile curling on her lips.
3.
Rooster holds out a hand to Hangman. "Truce?" Hangman considers his proposition, making sure to make a show of it. "Come on Seresin."
Phoenix walks right by, turning around to look at Rooster, prepared to give him a witty comeback, when she sees him standing face to face with Hangman and realises.
Hangman gives her a wink, before shaking on Rooster's out stretched hand, and catching up to Phoenix.
"Trace, wait up," He calls and she pauses in her steps, giving him time to jog up the few remaining steps. "Or should I say Seresin?" He whispers in her ear.
4.
The Daggers have gathered around the beach to celebrate the success of the mission, with game of beach volleyball. The boys rip off their shirts like they're in some sort of perfume or shampoo commercial, revealing racks of abs on each one of them.
Natasha sets aside the shirt she's using as a cover up, her husband's actually, but no one needs to know that, revealing a bikini, not the sports kind, but a full on bikini, with a very skimpy top and bottom.
Someone wolf whistles, calling out, "Looking good Seresin," and she's about to turn around and give them her peace of mind when she catches Jake high fiving them.
He later jogs up to her, as he empties his pockets of his phone and keys, sliding down onto the sand beside her. "Looking hot as always Seresin." He smirks.
5.
They're on base, together, going over the lesson plan for the day. Jake looks at Natasha with a glint in his eye, smirk playing on the side of his lips.
She turns and glares at him. "What?"
"Nothing." He muses, rolling the toothpick in between his teeth. "You're just so beautiful darlin'"
She doesn't have time to reply when a rookie comes up to them. "Lieutenant," They both turn. "Seresin-" The rookie's voice trails off as Natasha offers him a warm smile, a moment passing before that smile turns into a sheepish grin directed to Jake, as she turns around to continue her work and let Jake deal with the rookie.
When the rookie finally leaves, Jake leans in close to her, his breath hot against her ear. "I saw that." She shakes her head and laughs in response. "Lieutenant Seresin." He teases with a smile.
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"Hey Seresin, mind helping me out here?" Rooster yells from the back.
The Daggers glance and look at one another, confused. Why would Rooster ask Hangman for help? But the one who gets up to head to the back is Phoenix instead and they are forced to reckon with the fact once again, that Phoenix and Hangman share a last name. Jake and Natasha Seresin.