Reed's Pov
(present day)
I was at the shooting range, lining up my last set, when an officer jogged toward me too fast for it to be anything routine. He didn't shout, nor wave, they just headed straight in my direction with that stiff, controlled posture that told me something was off before they even opened their mouth.
"Sergeant Reid," they said, their voice firm but low enough not to disturb the others. "The commander needs to see you. Immediately."
My grip tightened on the rifle. The commander didn't pull soldiers off the range for small updates. Hell, she barely pulled us off for major ones unless lives were on the line.
"What's this about?" I asked. The officer shook their head. "She didn't say. I was told to bring you now."
Short and direct leaving no room for debate. A cold weight settled in my chest as I handed my weapon off for clearing.
This wasn't about the briefing and it wasn't about operations either, so what in the fuck could it be I thought.
