“You think like a soldier, m’lady.”
Kly sounded approving.
Cordelia wrinkled her brow in dismay. What an appalling compliment. The last thing she wanted was to start thinking like a soldier, playing their game by their rules. The hallucinatory military worldview was horribly infectious, though, immersed in it as she was now.
Chapter 13 (p. 458)
Vorkosigan Saga, Barrayar (1991)