Shoulder

Bulic’s hand grips Vorshak’s shoulder as he steadies himself, fingers pressing into the uniform fabric through sweat and tension. The motion is less a supportive gesture than a physical assertion—anchoring a superior officer whose attention is locked on Maddox’s collapse rather than the drill’s collapse. Vorshak jerks free moments later, the shoulder’s contact now a flashpoint in the crumbling hierarchy of Sea Base Four.