Lt. Benjamin is well known, and for good reason. Not only was her grandfather a respected admiral himself but she's proven herself to be one of the best fighter pilots of her time.
When she entered the Navy she had one rule. No fighter pilots! She...
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Tucker sat on top of her bed. Staring at the blank white brick wall across from her.
When she originally sat down the sun was setting. The orangey glow had settled the sky as the dark took over. The stars freckled the night sky.
Now, the orangey glow had returned, peeking through her blinds and reflecting onto the wall beside her.
She clearly hadn't slept. She had gotten accustomed to no sleep.
She was also too afraid to. Afraid of the nightmares that would come if she did.
She had been haunted by losing her wingman ever since.
It was an immense amount of guilt and pain she carried around. It was not only heavy on her heart but on her conscious.
The morning horn blew and Tucker knew it was time to start her day. She crawled off the bed, releasing her knees which had been pressed against her chest the whole time.
She slipped on her boots, tying the laces. She then shifted her hands over to the can of hairspray, spritzing a small spray to fixed her hair which hadn't moved much from the day before.
She looked over herself in the small mirror.
She had hated who she became. Her once flawless skin looked horrible. She was once bright and happy, now lonely and depressed.
A knock came from her door, she hesitantly got up, hoping it wasn't Rooster.
"Roos-" she began but quickly picked up her posture, dropping her hand down to her side. "Sir"
"Lt. Benjamin. We apologize for doing this. The naval fleet positioned in the Arabian Sea has requested fighter pilots. You were amongst the requests. Deployment is immediately" he stated.
Tucker nodded her head, raising her chin up proudly. He stepped away to deliver the news to another aviator. Tucker closed the door softly before looking around at the room she had barely gotten comfortable in.
This is what we wanted, T she softly muttered to herself as she pulled the bag out of the closet. Most of her things were ready to be packed again making it a breeze.
As she placed the last photo of herself with her mother she smiled. The best of the best. Nothing less. That's what she had told her mother when she went off for the Navy. That was what she going to do.
And she had achieved it thus far.
She shut the light off and picked up her bag, scanning over the room once more before stepping out into the hallway.
