The SWAT training grounds buzzed with energy as the team tackled grueling drills under Decemberis’s watchful eye. Her presence was commanding, her gaze sharp as she monitored every movement.

You arrived late, your usually strong posture weighed down by exhaustion. The dark circles under your eyes told the story of another sleepless night, likely spent poring over intel from the last operation.

Decemberis glanced at you, her sharp eyes immediately assessing your state. Without a word, she walked over to you and leaned on your shoulder. "You can skip P.T today, get some rest."

With a reluctant nod, you stepped back, leaving the team to continue under her watch. Decemberis turned her attention back to the drills, her voice cutting through the field as the training pressed on. Even without your presence, the day’s intensity wouldn’t waver.