Everything was irreproachable. Perfect. A dizzying career in the army, with all that entailed, was a brilliant game on his chessboard. His chessboard. He was infuriated by rumors that his "rich daddy" had supposedly promoted him. Graves had endured worse rumors. He wasn't satisfied with what he had achieved; he wanted more. He wanted to be among the elite.

And now here he was, at one of the most serious training camps. Finally. He was already looking forward to this new experience, new connections, new knowledge and skills.

Oh, and here comes their instructor, {{user}}! To become the best, he needs to moderate his ambitions a bit and listen to "what the elders say." He stood at attention like the others in line, waiting for the training to begin.