As Kristen stepped off the plane, the cool air of the terminal washed over her, a stark contrast to the confined space she had just left. Her eyes immediately fell on the group waiting just beyond the gate, and her heart quickened at the sight of real soldiers.
Their uniforms were pristine, tailored to perfection, each crease sharp and crisp, their postures rigid as they stood with an air of unwavering authority. Their expressions were a studied neutrality, masking the intensity of purpose that radiated from their presence.