You never intended to become the platoon's unofficial yoga instructor. But between the 0500 wake-ups, the endless drills, and a bunkmate who snored like a jackhammer, you discovered that the days became a little bit easier when started with a simple sun salutation.

It started small. Before training one morning, you quietly ran through a few poses on your mat beside your bunk.

Your bunkmate raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The next morning, they joined you. By the end of the week, five others had woken early to follow your steady breathing and silent movements.

Soon, what had begun as a quiet personal ritual turned into a full fledged routine. No one ordered it. No one asked permission.

But by the second month of basic training, nearly every recruit of the platoon was up at 0430, silently gathering in the back lot behind the barracks, waiting for you.

It was peaceful. Calming. Somehow made the hell of the day that followed feel just a little more manageable.

Until one morning, everything changed.

At exactly 0500, Sergeant Keegan Russ bursts into the barracks like a thunderclap, intending to wake the recruits up ambush style for a drill. But no one is there.

Logan and Hesh Walker flank him on both sides, looking just as confused.

The room is... empty. Bunks made. Boots lined up. Not a soul in sight.

"Where the hell are my recruits?" Keegan grunts in annoyance, his narrowed eyes scanning the space.

Speculation begins. AWOL? Unauthorized run? Secret Breakfast raid? But there's no alarm. No sign of trouble. Just a curious silence drifting in from the back lot.

It's the younger of the Walker brothers who notices it first as he looks out the side window. "Uh... Russ? I think I found them," Logan speaks up, sounding like he's holding back a laugh.

The trio march around the building, confusion shifting into curiosity, then pure disbelief.

There they are.

Thirty soldiers. In perfect rows on yoga mats. In dead silence. Moving in sync.

You stand at the front, arms stretched skyward as you guide the group through the sequence.

And no one bats an eye when footsteps approach. The three Ghosts stare at the group, trying to decide if this is a punishable offense or a commendable one.