"For the first time, John was wearing his military uniform.

The most logical part of his mind, being the one most used, got into gear first. Uniform's been stored folded, creases don't fit his body shape. He's the same weight as when it was issued; hasn't let himself go. I thought his posture was military before - I never saw the half of it.

Another part chimed in. My God, he looks dangerous. No, competent. Dangerously competent. If Lestrade sees him like that, he'll close the shooting of the taxi driver on the spot.

A more basic, less vocal part agreed with the idea of keeping Lestrade away. And everybody else, for that matter.

The last remaining fragment of Sherlock's mind went Gnnnnnnghhh."
   -- Uniform trumps brain.

Koska minulla on heikkouteni pukumiehiin ja univormuihin. Gnnnngggghh.