Navy SEAL Asked Her Call Sign as a Joke — Then Froze Hearing "Ghost Commander"
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The fluorescent lights of Naval Base Coronado's main administrative building hummed with the steady persistence of government efficiency. Commander Sarah Mitchell walked through the corridors at 0630 hours, her civilian clothes—dark jeans and a simple navy polo—drawing no attention from the early morning personnel moving through their routines. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a practical ponytail, and her only accessories were a worn leather watch and small silver earrings that caught the harsh lighting.
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At thirty-four, Sarah had the kind of unremarkable appearance that served her profession well. Average height, athletic but not obviously so, with green eyes that most people described as friendly rather than penetrating. She carried a standard military-issue laptop bag and a coffee cup from the base exchange, looking for all the world like another staff officer reporting for routine duty.
The security checkpoint at the building's entrance processed her credentials with mechanical efficiency. Her military ID listed her as Commander S. Mitchell, Intelligence Analysis Division, cleared for Secret materials. Nothing unusual there—hundreds of similar personnel moved through Coronado daily, processing the endless flow of information that kept America's naval operations functioning.
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