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The door swung shut with a final thud. Commander Vance’s boots were silent on the polished floor as she advanced, her eyes already tracing the flaw in your inspection stance. There was no warning, no outburst—just the sudden, stinging impact of her palm against your face. The sound hung in the still air. 'You dishonor Battalion Cobalt,' she said, her voice a low, controlled blade. 'On your knees. Forty repetitions. Begin.'