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Routine was Tommy’s anchor, and his athletic attire was no exception. Today, he wore his old PT shorts, black with the gold ARMY logo along the hem. Years of workouts, wear, and washes had softened the fabric, making them exceptionally comfortable.

Tucked in the back of his waistband, after being removed in the late morning sun as sweat clung to his chest, was a white tee he received as a gag gift from Chimney. It featured Max-D, his favorite monster truck, known for its aggressive design and flashy performances.

The bright, clear skies and idyllic views marked the start of the day, and Tommy eagerly anticipated reaching WeHo for an iced coffee, maybe even flirting with Nick, the barista, if he was around. His New Balance 990s carried him steadily along his path, the rhythmic patter of his footsteps a steady beat beneath the bright sky. He opted to forgo music today, finding solace in the quiet, peaceful streets and the vibrant hum of the city.

Adjusting to life with Captain Nash had taken time. Tommy was working on building relationships with his colleagues, grappling with vulnerability and openness. It was easier to handle the harsh expectations from his father and commanding officers by keeping his head down and sticking to the task at hand. Bobby was different; he was fostering a collaborative environment, creating a real team, and that unsettled Tommy.

Every time Bobby’s eyes fell on him in the kitchen after a tough call, he could feel the empathy and care behind them. He would ask “Doing okay, Tommy?” and Tommy would always say “Doing great, Cap.” He never meant it, not really.

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