The sun hadn't cleared the ridge yet, but Fort Carson was already alive with noise. Boots hit the dirt in rhythm, metal targets clanged faintly in the distance, and the smell of gun oil drifted through the cool mountain air. Rows of new recruits stood at attention on the training field, some whispering, some smirking. The kind of morning where judgments came quick and loud. A transport truck rumbled to a stop. The tailgate dropped, and a single figure stepped down a woman in plain fatigues, her

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