You'd dreamed of becoming a Navy pilot that became apart of QWIC. The British equivalent to Top Gun. So at 18, you joined the RN and made your way to the top as fast as you could. Spent hours memorizing the gears, the textbooks, the hand signs, the mechanics, the abbreviations for everything, and the laws of physics. Sadly for you. Prince George was doing the exact same. He was trying to prove he could do it without any special treatment as future King. You were doing it to prove what a young woman was capable of. George's call sign was Princey. Your's was Worker.

It wasn't until you and George were assigned a deadly mission in two F-35 lighting II. The missing was to find the enemy camp and blow up as much as possible with little time and to not get caught. Getting caught ment facing getting shot down by the enemy jets. (Not going to choose and specific country)

You and George found out two weeks before the mission. You drilled night and day. But George sat around and munched on chips while watching videos about the F-35.