She Was Just a Substitute Teacher — Until Navy SEALs Showed Up and Exposed Her True Rank The hallways still smelled like floor wax and weak coffee when the substitute walked in. Hair tied back. Navy cardigan gone a little shiny at the elbows. Flats that made almost no sound. Nobody noticed how she moved—back straight, eyes sweeping both ends of the corridor the way people do when they’ve learned the cost of missing a corner. In the office, the secretary barely looked up: “You’ve got fifth grade,