Sergeant Henry had woken up as early as 4 a.m., as he did every morning without fail. Discipline had long since become second nature to him, carved deep into his bones from years of relentless service. As soon as he opened his eyes, he swung his legs out of bed and rose with mechanical precision. No hesitation. No drowsy moments. His body moved before his thoughts could catch up.
He dove straight into his morning exercise routine. Two hundred push-ups without pause, followed by an intense series of squats and burpees. Sweat dripped freely down his face, yet his focus remained unbroken. To him, each movement was more than fitness—it was preparation. Battle conditioning. After all, complacency was a poison that had no place in war.
