#disciplineunitystrength

Wells stood in the Golden Army Training Center lounge with a metallic gold yo-yo looped around one finger, grinning as PDU-767 watched from beside the black-and-gold sofa.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Up.

The yo-yo spun, dropped, snapped back, and landed cleanly in Wells’ palm every time.

“Funny little thing,” Wells said, letting it fall again. “Goes down. Comes back up. Does exactly what it’s told.”

PDU-767 tilted its glossy helmet, tracking the motion with mechanical precision.

“Observation logged. Yo-yo demonstrates obedience through tension, release, and return.”

Wells smirked. “Exactly, drone bro.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice just enough to make the joke land.

“And honestly? Any good Bro should know when to go down, when to come back up, and when to wait for the next tug.”

PDU-767 paused.

“Secondary meaning detected.”

Wells laughed, snapping the yo-yo back into his palm.

“Good drone.”

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Coach Stone did not ask Wells to pick up milk, protein powder, or anything normal.

He just leaned back, smiled into his coffee, and said, “Home Depot. Aisle 15. Chain. Good weight. Smooth links. Nothing cheap.”

Wells knew better than to ask questions.

By the time he found the sign, he had to stop and laugh.

Lubricants. Rope & Chain. Screws. Tie Downs.

“Subtle, Coach,” Wells muttered, standing there in a shiny gold shirt bright enough to be seen from lumber.

He tested a length of chain in both hands, letting it slide slowly through his grip. Heavy. Cold. Solid. The kind of thing Coach would inspect link by link, tug once, smirk, and say, “That’ll hold.”

Then Wells glanced back up at the sign.

Lubricants, in case things needed to move smoother.

Rope and chain, in case someone needed a little structure.

Screws, because apparently Aisle 15 believed in being direct.

Tie downs, because Coach Stone always did appreciate proper restraint.

Wells dropped the chain into the cart with a grin.

Whatever Coach had planned, it was going to be a long night.

And judging by the shopping list, Wells was about to be very useful.

Wells knows the gym builds the body, but recreational sports keep it alive.

A few rounds of beach volleyball at Sunnyside means sprinting through sand, jumping for every point, laughing with the bros, and getting a full-body workout without staring at a clock. Legs burn. Shoulders work. Core stays tight. Sweat shines. The game keeps moving, and so does the Gold.

Fitness does not always need four walls, heavy plates, or a perfect routine.

Sometimes it is just sun, sand, a ball, and a Bro willing to dive for it.

Wells said he was only doing “a quick workout.”

Then he walked out onto the Golden Army gym floor looking like the final set personally owed him money.

Chest pumped. Arms full. Legs locked in that red-and-black check like he accidentally made lumberjack leggings look like regulation training gear. Even the weightlifting shoes looked disciplined.

He hit the pose, gave the camera that half-smirk, and let the whole gym understand the lesson:

Train hard. Stand proud. Let the Gold show what it built.

Wells does not just finish a workout.

He reports results.