Aaron was walking around camp. He had just joined Washington's Army, becoming a Lieutenant Colonel. He had little to no friends, an introvert rather than not. He never said much. But he was good at his job.

Just like everyone else, he'd heard of Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton. A red-headed, freckled-face, Scotsman. He disliked the thought of him, the loud-mouth he was.

He heard Hamilton talking to his friends, ranting about whatever he could. He tried to block him out, but couldn't.

"Sweet Jesus..."