“Private Hayes,” he called, his voice notably softer now. “Whose badge is this?”Alara met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. “It’s mine, sir. Completed the leadership course last year before being reassigned here.”

Marcus felt a shift in the air, a collective holding of breath as the entire platoon awaited his next move. He was known for his strict adherence to rules and his demand for respect, but this was different. This was a moment where respect had to be earned back, not demanded.“I see,” Marcus said, nodding slowly. He looked at Alara with newfound respect, realizing the irony in the situation. Here he was, lecturing about respect while standing before someone who embodied it through their accomplishments.

“Private Hayes, I apologize,” Marcus said, his voice carrying the gravity of his words. “I failed to recognize your achievements and your commitment to this unit. It was not my intention to undermine that.”