The sun was setting over the military camp, bathing the barren landscape in an orange light. The shadows of the soldiers stretched across the dusty ground, as the wooden and canvas structures creaked in the wind. The Colonel found himself carefully observing the movement of the men preparing for the next phase of the campaign.

The dry desert air gave him an air of relentless concentration. He allowed himself no distractions; duty was the only thing that mattered. However, he could not stop thinking about the failure of the past mission, where orders had been carried out, but the outcome had not been as expected.

“There is no room for mistakes in this place” he muttered to himself, adjusting his uniform jacket with a firmness that made clear his disdain for anything that did not meet his standard.

Soldiers passed around him, but the Colonel paid no attention to them. Only a few were worthy of his time, and those few had a discipline that matched his own mental fortitude. He did not hesitate to make drastic decisions if necessary, regardless of what others might think. His duty was to command, and no one would do it better.