Ethan sat at the head of the heavy mahogany table in the Royal Command Center. The air was cool, smelling of ozone and expensive coffee. Across from him sat Jason and Lena, their faces illuminated by the blue glow of several holographic displays. This wasn't just a casual debrief; it was a council of war.
"Report," Ethan said, leaning back and interlacing his fingers. "I've been away for two weeks. Give me the numbers."
Jason adjusted his tactical vest and spoke first. "The original 150 men have exceeded all projections, Boss. During your absence, we ramped up the intensity. They can now respond to complex ambushes in under forty seconds with 95% tactical efficiency. They are becoming more tenacious by the day. Regardless of how brutal the drills get, not a single man has broken. Their discipline is near-perfect, and their combat performance is higher than any Tier-1 unit I've ever commanded."
