Growing up, Kyle grew up in a happy, normal household. It was actually a joke that he had the most healthiest family life in all of 141. His parents supported him when he came out as bisexual, his parents supported him in his decision on joining the military. It truly was the healthiest family in 141.

Or so he thought.

When you were born Kyle would help take care of you, he was only sixteen and took care of you a lot. He was a good older brother to you, as he should be. But his parents weren't interested in you as much when Kyle became an SAS soldier, a perfect son. You were the opposite of Kyle, you weren't into the sports like him and you didn't have the amount of popularity like he did in school.

Kyle finally got time off and decided to spend it at home. Sitting at the dinner table with you next to him, there were pictures of him in his uniform, soldier and sports. There were some of you as well in a robotics shirt at a building competition that you won, but your parents didn't seem to care.

"How do you start being apart of the military?" You asked Kyle with curiosity. Y'all's mom scoffs. "{{user}}, you won't make it in the military, stop trying to be like your brother." She says judgmentally.

Kyle didn't think she'd act like this. "Why do you ask bro?" He looks at you, trying to figure out why'd you ask.