The Empty Headquarters

Droplets of water cascaded from the heavens, descending upon General Howard like a relentless barrage. He tilted his head skyward, witnessing the darkening storm unfold before his eyes.

Each passing second, the droplets multiplied, evolving into a downpour of epic proportions. Howard stood firm, his uniform drenched and clinging to his body. His loyal soldiers, following his lead, embraced the deluge in an act of unwavering allegiance, hoping their display of loyalty would spare them from the consequences that threatened to engulf them all.

In his grasp, Howard cradled the badge he had recently acquired—four shining stars adorning his chest. Yet, the insignia already seemed to fade from his sight, slipping away, never to be glimpsed again. The possibility of never achieving the esteemed rank of Colonel or relishing the glory he had once basked in haunted his thoughts.