“Maybe a little,” she admitted, her mind drifting back to the place. Government buildings had a certain look—utilitarian and stark. Fort Bragg was no exception, with its sprawling base of drab concrete and endless rows of identical barracks. She had spent years navigating its mess halls, PX, and firing ranges, each area marked by a distinct blend of military efficiency and monotony.
“I went through training there for Basic and PsyOps. That’s the Army’s tactical term for propaganda. It wasn’t exactly what I expected.” She let the memory settle for a moment before adding, “Bragg has a way of leaving its mark on you.” Hailey glanced down at her coffee, then up at Max, her expression softening. “But the coffee here? It’s a definite upgrade.”
“I went through training there for Basic and PsyOps. That’s the Army’s tactical term for propaganda. It wasn’t exactly what I expected.” She let the memory settle for a moment before adding, “Bragg has a way of leaving its mark on you.” Hailey glanced down at her coffee, then up at Max, her expression softening. “But the coffee here? It’s a definite upgrade.”