SAD2

Ensign Miller was a large man. He was the kind of man who knew how big he was. He celebrated it. He flaunted it. His entire persona revolved around it.

He wore clothes to accentuate his size. Tight shirts and pants worn a little lower than the designer meant were carefully choreographed to project the image of his towering form. His clothing preferences worked well. Nobody who stood in the presence of Ensign Miller doubted that he was significant. He was not to be trifled with. His strength was a vast unknown.

He was the kind of man Scout Thompson would have reviled normally. On any other day, Thompson would have gazed out of his booth and judged Ensign Miller with the sharp wit of what could only be described as jealousy. His brazen presence was an affront to every other male seeking respect, power, or romance within eyesight. Although everyone instinctively pandered to the ensign, nobody cared for him.

At this moment, however, even Scout Thompson was glad for every single defining feature of Ensign Miller as warm thoughts of allegiance and thankfulness reassured them all that their gigantic, muscular friend was certainly more than enough to keep that door sealed shut.

Oh how much that door needed to stay sealed shut.