He fixed the officer's cap on his head, his boots hitting the same deck they had only days before. But now it was different; a Sub-Lieutenant. He'd taken this walk and lived.
Others might not be so lucky.
Konstantin was packing a marine's automatic assault rifle, standard issue. It was in fact massive by his standards, but he'd been trained on it all the same. The magazine was loaded, the first round chambered. It felt heavy and powerful in his hands.
Grinning slightly to himself, he took a position outside Commander Warner's office and put his back to the wall. He leaned over enough to poke his head through the opening to give his Comrade Commander a quick nod of acknowledgment before swinging back, the applicant none the wiser to his presence.
