Barracks lights are out. Four men to a room. The others are still at debrief.

You’re the captain, a grown man on the lower bunk, reviewing a field report like the day didn’t just wring everyone out.

From the top bunk, Nathan leans over. “Captain.”

You don’t answer at first.

Nathan drops down quietly. “Today was heavy. Twelve klicks in full gear. CQB right after.” He exhales. “You didn’t ease up once.”

You glance at him.

“They push harder when you’re there,” Nathan says, steady, respectful. “Not out of fear. Because they trust you.”

A pause.

“I saw your hands after the last drill. They were shaking.”

He steps closer, not confrontational, just honest.

“You don’t always have to carry it alone,” Nathan says softly. “We’re your men. Let us carry some of it too, Captain.”