The chamber gradually emptied as the officers left, their footsteps echoing in the grand hall. General Nathaniel Warner lingered at the head of the table, his mind heavy with their recent discussions. He turned his gaze to the maps adorning the walls, his thoughts drawn to the broader implications of the Army Board's decisions.
Warner straightened his uniform and walked to the window, where the sprawling training grounds of the United Army came into view.
Soldiers drilled with rifles, their movements precise and disciplined. The sight stirred a mix of pride and unease within him. These men relied on the Board to ensure they were equipped with the best tools possible—a responsibility Warner did not take lightly.
His moment of solitude was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Major Theodore Calloway entered, carrying a leather-bound ledger. The younger officer saluted crisply before stepping closer.
