Chapter 58: The Section Chief’s Lesson

While the recruits scrubbed, Charles walked the line. He didn't look like a civilian advisor tonight; he looked like the man who had commanded the Martyrs. He stopped in front of Vance, who was on his hands and knees.

"You think she’s an easy target because she’s kind, Corporal?" Charles asked quietly.

"No, Sir," Vance panted.

"You think the spots make her fragile?"

"No, Sir."

"Then explain to me," Charles leaned down, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper, "why you thought it was a good idea to play games with a woman who has more confirmed kills and saves than your entire squad has high school credits? She isn't just your Commander. She is the reason this unit still has a reputation worth inheriting. You don't prank a legend. You study her."

Charles stood up and looked at me. The look in his eyes wasn't just love; it was the fierce, protective pride of a man who had watched a girl find her soul in the dirt and turn it into a diamond.