Justice starts humming as he and the other ROTC students unpack for their week-long training camp. "Listen, baby," he starts singing quietly. He's not Mal, but he sings just a bit better than Evan, which counts for something. "Ain't no valley high, ain't no valley low-"
"Ain't no river wide enough, baby!" one of his classmates, Roarke, continues with a grin. His bass voice is nothing like Brandon's tenor or his own baritone, but it all fits.
By the end of the first verse, the rest of the room is singing, and then the entire hall. But by the end of the second chorus all of them were face down in the courtyard, doing push-ups. "Ooh, I'm going to kill whoever's to blame," Roarke mutters as they go down on push-up number sixty-eight and Justice nods.
"I'm with you on that-" Justice starts to agree when their teacher starts yelling.
"You are not here to play Sound of Music!" the officer bellows.
Justice flinches and and he and the rest of his room avoid looking at the rest of the ROTC students from their and other schools until their commander lets them go.