The morning light filtered through the curtains of David's apartment, casting a soft glow over the room. His alarm buzzed loudly, but he was already awake. He had barely slept. The rush of emotions from the past day—the tactical meeting, making the squad, the whirlwind of online reactions—had left his mind restless.
Still, there was no time to dwell on any of it. Today was another day, another training session, another step in proving that he deserved his spot.
With a deep sigh, he swung his legs off the bed and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His body ached slightly—a reminder of yesterday's intense drills. He checked his phone first thing, scrolling through his messages. A few from his family mostly his mother, one from Zoey replying late at night, and then a flood of notifications from social media.
He hesitated before opening Twitter. A part of him knew what would be there, and he wasn't sure he was ready to see it. But curiosity won.
His name was everywhere.
