“Do you even understand who you’re laughing at?” he repeated, his voice firm, carrying the weight of what was to come. The soldiers stood frozen, their earlier bravado replaced with apprehension. “Let me tell you the story behind those scars.”

He paused, allowing the tension in the room to build. His gaze shifted to the girl, offering a small nod of encouragement before he continued.

“Those scars aren’t from a bad date or a cheese grater,” he began, his tone somber. “They’re from a battlefield far from here, where this young woman served alongside some of the bravest soldiers I’ve ever known. The kind of battlefield that leaves marks not just on your body, but on your soul.”