They Laughed at Her Tattoo — Then The SEAL Captain Asked “Who Authorized That Mark?” 👉 FULL STORY: https://newtruth24h.com/mqwph9 The grinder was already hot by 0700, boots drumming in cadence, salt haze lifting off Coronado. No phones here, no spectators—just instructors and candidates. She was the smallest body on the line, a blonde with a dragon curling from under a cuffed sleeve: black scales, old runes hidden in the ink. A Chief Petty Officer spotted it and smirked. “Nice art, princess. PT