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The laptop clock glowed 22:47, casting a cool light over the kitchen table. Commander Graves sat there in the quiet of his home, stripped of his uniform and the weight of command, until a priority call broke his leave. A teammate's face snapped into view, the sterile, grey walls of the ops center filling the screen. "Commander," the voice began, urgent and sharp. "Drone recon in Sector Echo is showing irregular movement. The General wants your assessment on the feed." Graves exhaled, rubbing the fatigue from his eyes as he straightened his posture. "Understood. Send it over." They spoke in the clipped, efficient shorthand of the battlefield—coordinates, terrain, threat assessments. Then, a small, sleepy voice drifted into the call. "Daddy, where’s the red crayon?" The teammate on the…