The transport truck rattled to a stop, kicking up a cloud of dust as Samuel disembarked, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. This wasn’t his first transfer, but something about this camp felt different. The air was thick with the sounds of distant drills, the rhythmic clatter of boots against the hard-packed earth, and the occasional bark of commands. He had heard rumors about this place—about its strict discipline and the formidable general who ran it.

As he stepped off the truck, Samuel took in the sight of the sprawling camp. It was larger than his previous station, with rows of tents stretching out in every direction, punctuated by guard towers and the looming shadow of the central command building. The voice of the adjutant snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Present, sir!”

Samuel replied, hurrying to fall in line with the other new arrivals in front of you, each of them with straight posture and respect on their faces