He didn’t care if the shower malfunctioned.
He didn’t care if the fridge was nearly empty.
Civilian inconveniences meant nothing.
But forgetting to check his weapons?
That was unacceptable.
Weapons readiness wasn’t habit.
It was identity.
And for the first time in years,
Atriya had missed it.
The battlefield isn’t the only place discipline can slip.


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