Dom/?
Dom remembered the parties on posts when the stars arrived and there were more medals in a room than you could count. Not that he had ever gone to those parties. Children and teenagers were not invited or wanted, but he remembered the tension that started the day before and didn't end until the top generals left the post. This felt exactly the same, and finally he knew what his father must have felt like. It was not fun.
Hetty had dressed them in the finest tuxes, in different styles, and he was willing to bet, different designers as well, not that he had asked. He'd just put on what she'd said. This was one assignment that didn't need any discussion or compromise.
Walking around the many officers, he exchanged a few words, falling back on some of the discussions he had heard his father have. Recounting his father's military career helped with the small talk too. Hopefully, though, he'd be able to talk to a friendly face soon enough.