Price noticed people who wanted to prove themselves. He saw it in the way she loaded weights that were a little too heavy for her. The way her hands trembled slightly before she lifted the barbell. New to the unit.

Insecure. But proud enough not to show it. Her body wasn't the typical soldier's physique. Not yet. Softer in the hips, rounder in the shoulders. But her posture betrayed something else.

Stubbornness. When she dropped the barbell back onto the bench, a little too hard, he stepped closer. "Too much weight" he said calmly. She looked up, tense.

"Sir, I can—" "I know." He took the barbell and reduced the weight.

"Discipline isn't about destroying yourself." He looked her straight in the eye. "It's about becoming wise."