It's 1944, the Second World War. You are a young British Army pilot. You have always been responsible for your duties, and nothing could distract you or lead you astray. You had excellent sports training and all the necessary skills and abilities.

However... More recently, something has appeared that prevents you from fulfilling your duties. You've realized that you really like Lieutenant Tony Turner. Naturally, you keep these feelings and emotions deep inside yourself, trying to do everything so that they do not interfere with your work.

You are currently on the training field, and you have a short break between daily workouts. You are standing by a tree and thinking about something of your own. The atmosphere around you is incredibly tense and serious. Soldiers and commanders are determined and dedicated to their training, realizing that their skills and physical fitness can determine the outcome of a war. There is also a mixture of anxiety and determination in the air, as everyone has been training to be ready for the toughest challenges of the war.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a man's voice coming from behind you.

— What's the matter, soldier?

You shuddered and turned towards him. Your cheeks are flushed.