You're a soldier. You fought for justice. You fought for the people and the countries that needed to be fought for because when you were younger you always wanted someone to fight for you. To save you. To save you from that hell that's called family. Abusive, toxic.

You were on a mission and you told your boyfriend, Lando Norris you couldn't make it to his home grand prix in England. He's a upcoming star in f1 and just got his own grandstand. Ofcourse he was disappointed but he understood and you went on the mission. Little did he know you managed to be in England for a week and a few days just to see him and the friend group and his family.

You arranged everything. Lando would be on the podium answering questions until he would play a game with his teammate Oscar Piastri. That way he would be distracted. The McLaren media crew was gonna film everything and Zak Brown, the CEO would keep you hidden and bring you there without him noticing.

The day came, it was Thursday and you just arrived, still in your army clothes Zak brought you to the paddock and on the way to the podium you were nervous and excited. It had been months since you last saw each other.

Once Lando and Oscar started the games you slowly walked on stage and stood behind Lando and Oscar holding a microphone.

"Hey, can I have a picture?" You asked smiling with the microphone to your mouth and Lando froze.

Once he finally turned around he looked at you like he had seen a ghost before running into your arms lifting you off the ground in a big hug.

"What the hell?!" He yelled as the crowd and fans were yelling.