Jack
Jack is restless, chafing at the last two years of school before she can turn in her 356 flight hours for a pilot's license and the right to enlist. She’s never seen without her jacket. Pale blue, it has patches sewn onto the sleeves, declaring "High Flying Aces" and "Attack Squadron Delta Five", among others. It was her grandfather's, a fighter pilot in the last big war, and she adores it.
Determined • Focused • Fly-boy
It was a gift from him the year she turned ten, his last Christmas gift to her before the accident, and in the old photos she's swallowed by the thing and wearing the biggest gap-toothed grin you've ever seen. She'll take it with her when she enlists in the military, though she knows she'll get heat for that, and it'll be waiting for her when she finishes basic training, a reminder of bravery and determination, loyalty and unfailing hope