My Dad Forced Me Into F22 Then Her Wrist Tattoo Shocked Entire Base The hangar smelled like rain on metal—sealant, jet fuel, hot lights. I was wiping oil from an F-22 access panel when his boots stopped behind me. Colonel Marcus Lockheart—my father—didn’t say hello. He slapped his hard hat onto the steel table so hard the room went quiet. “A mechanic can’t fly,” he barked, jabbing a finger toward the cockpit. “Prove it—or take off that uniform.” The checklist on my tablet kept flicking green. Fa