As the event concluded, Solomon found himself surrounded by well-wishers, some offering congratulatory handshakes, others simply nodding in respect. The six SEALs lingered nearby, their presence a protective circle as Solomon and Tyran reunited.

“Dad, I saw everything,” Tyran said, his eyes alight with admiration. “I can’t believe they tried to move you.”

Solomon smiled, pulling his son into a fierce hug. “They didn’t succeed. Thanks to some good men.”