He placed his tactical vest and canteen on the grass beside him, his gaze full of intense focus and seriousness, as if he were inspecting an intimate comrade-in-arms who fought side by side with him.
First, he picked up the tactical vest, his hands gently brushing away the slight dust and dirt clinging to it. That dust and dirt were traces left in the mud during the morning tactical training, bearing witness to the hardship and sweat of the exercise.
Liang Song's fingers moved slowly along the edge of the vest, feeling the texture of the fabric at every spot. Afterward, he began checking the buckles on the vest one by one.
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