Mark
The moment we stepped into the medical wing, something in Melody changed—and I don’t mean hardened. It sharpened.
I’d seen commanders take control of rooms before. I’d seen men command loyalty, fear, obedience. But this was different. This wasn’t power imposed. This was authority earned through competence, clarity, and calm.
She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t rush.
She owned the space.
I stood just behind her as she spoke, watching men twice her size straighten instinctively, listening to every word like it mattered—because it did. The way she assigned roles, the way she anticipated needs before anyone else could think to ask, the way she turned chaos into structure in under a minute… it was awe-inspiring.
“This isn’t going to spiral,” she said calmly. “We work deliberately.
