I woke up to the faint light bleeding through the curtains, the kind of gray glow that makes you wonder if the sun really wanted to rise at all. My head was heavy, but not from sleep. It was the kind of weight you carry when your mind refuses to stop looping around one place, one thought, Harbor.
At first, I tried to brush it off. Harbor wasn't exactly the enemy, but they weren't allies either. They were a reminder. A reminder of where I stood, what kind of player I was, and what kind of team we were shaping up to be.
"Harbor… those guys are solid," I muttered under my breath, dragging myself up from bed. My body still ached from yesterday's drills, but the ache was familiar, almost comforting. Pain was the only proof that I was pushing myself.
