Awaiting orders
Despite projecting authority outwardly, Morgan admitted to himself that unease shadowed him during the climb. Yet his men followed him willingly, trusting his judgment. That trust mattered more than nerves. By now, all twelve marines stood assembled in formation on the deserted deck, their eyes sweeping every corner. “Orders, Lieutenant?” one marine asked quietly. The silence surrounding them was eerie. Morgan inhaled deeply, determined to keep control. “We move carefully from here,” he replied.
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