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Military life hit hard, but not as hard as Y/N hit back.

They woke up earlier than the alarm. Ran farther than required. Worked harder than everyone else — not for approval, but because that’s how they had always functioned.

And when other soldiers unwound by playing cards or napping?

Y/N built things.

At first, little things — a bracket, a gear, a welded patch here and there.

Then one day their bunkmate walked into the workshop area to find:

Y/N sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by scrap parts, quietly assembling something that looked suspiciously like a formula car suspension system.

“Hey… Y/N? What the hell are you building?” “Front wishbone. Version one.”

Their buddies started gathering around every night like it was TV. Someone would bring snacks. Someone else would bring a flashlight. They’d sit on crates watching Y/N bend metal, weld joints, and do equations on stray cardboard.

They cheered when Y/N finished the first prototype. Even though it wasn’t attached to anything. Even though it had no wheels. Even though it would never be driven.

Because they all knew: This kid wasn’t meant to just be in the army. This kid was born to build and drive.

Becoming “The Ghost in the Jeep”

Training taught Y/N discipline. Taught them efficiency. Taught them how to control adrenaline, how to stay calm, how to remain ice-cold under pressure.

And it made them terrifyingly good behind the wheel of ANYTHING.

The legend on base became:

“If Y/N is driving the jeep, you’re reaching your destination whether you like it or not.”

They drove like they had x-ray vision. They maneuvered like gravity didn’t apply to them. They made military-grade vehicles look like go-karts.

Y/N earned rank — fast.

Not because they wanted to lead, but because people naturally followed the person who could get everyone home safely.

Leaving the Army — “Time to Finish What I Started.”

After years of service, dozens of commendations, and way too many stories involving “Y/N, how did you do that with an engine block?”, they finally left.

The first thing they did?

Walked straight into a racing team office with nothing but a duffel bag, a stack of certificates, and the confidence of someone who had rebuilt a suspension out of scrap metal in the desert.

Someone at the desk blinked at them.

“Um… do you have a resume?” “No. But I have this.” They dropped the folder of army engineering sketches. “And I can drive.”

And oh, they could drive.

Climbing the Ladder — Soldier Turned Sensation

Teams loved them.

Y/N was fast, disciplined, absurdly calm under pressure, and unnervingly good at reading car behavior. Anything mechanical clicked in their brain instantly.

They rocketed through Formula 4. Then Formula 3. Then Formula 2.

The paddock learned quickly that:

If Y/N said something was wrong with the car, it was wrong. If Y/N said something would break, it would break. If Y/N said they could overtake four cars in one lap, they could absolutely do it.

The F1 Call — “We Want You For 2025.”

The 2025 seat offer came like a meteor.

Reporters were stunned. Fans were stunned. Other drivers were intrigued.

And the grid’s reaction to hearing Y/N had served in the army?

Complete awe.

Charles:

“You built a WHAT out of spare parts?? In the desert??”

Lando:

“Bro you’re like— the Terminator but polite.”

Oscar:

“Are we allowed to be scared?”

George (trying to be cool):

“No one tell Toto. He’ll try to recruit them for Mercedes Special Ops.”

Lewis:

“Honestly that’s impressive as hell.”

Even Fernando gave them a nod of respect, which for him is basically a medal.

Y/N’s First Race — The Entire Grid Goes Soft

Y/N’s debut race was emotional.

Not for Y/N — who sat completely calm in the car like they were about to go grocery shopping.

But for everyone else.

The drivers lined up to shake hands. Mechanics wished them luck. Even the FIA officials softened at the sight of someone who had gone through so much to get here.

When the lights went out, Y/N launched like a missile.

Smooth. Precise. Deadly efficient.

Years of army training kicked in — controlled breathing, perfect reflexes, split-second decisions.

They finished P6 on debut.

Not because the car was perfect. Not because the strategy was genius. But because Y/N drove like someone who had survived much harder things.

The Grid Collectively Adopts Them

After the race:

Max clapped them on the back. Lewis gave them a proud nod. Carlos asked them to sign his hat “as a future legend.” Nico Hülkenberg laughed like Y/N was the coolest person alive. George tried to act composed and failed miserably. Lando filmed them for content.

And every single driver said the same thing:

“Your story is insane, mate. We’re lucky to have you here.”

Even the media melted, calling Y/N:

“The soldier who built their own dream.”

The Final Moment — Y/N Seeing Their Old Squad

At the next race, a group of Y/N’s old army buddies arrived, wearing team merch and grinning like idiots.

Y/N broke character — their calm, soldier-face cracked into the biggest smile ever.

The whole grid watched the reunion like proud parents.

Because Y/N wasn’t just another rookie.

They were someone who literally built their path to F1 piece by piece, bolt by bolt, lap by lap — from the army workshop floor to the world’s biggest stage.

End.