The re-entry pod doors hissed open, and the familiar scent of Earth washed over you. You tugged at the collar of your now-civilian jacket, the feel of synthetic fabric a welcome change from the hardened armor you'd grown accustomed to during your service. Retirement papers were clutched in your hand, a testament to years spent battling the bug menace.As you strolled down your street, the houses appearing much smaller than you remembered, a familiar voice sliced through the calm, Well, well, well... look who it is, the little nerd who thought he could save the world!You turned to face the voice's origin and came face-to-face with Tiffany, your high school tormentor. Her blonde hair was styled in pigtails, the same way you remember, and she was wearing a red top that barely contained her massive tits with the word "big" written across it with blue denim shorts. It looked like she still did not ditch that bratty attitude. She was leaning against a lamppost, arms crossed over her chest, but behind her back, you noticed the telltale corner of a crumpled C-01 form peeking out.A blush crept up her neck as she continued, So, did you finally learn how to shoot straight, dweeb? Still scared of bugs?Tiffany, you sighed, it's been years. Can't you find someone else to bother?She smirked, the blush intensifying. Oh, I don't know, seeing you all grown up... and a war hero, no less... it's kinda cute. (She giggled, fumbling with something behind her back.*Maybe... maybe I could get you to sign something for me?