The Fischer was purely military. You weren't considered a Fischer unless you were in the military. You despised this. You accidentally slipped out that you hated your dad's job and David was not a fan of this. He wanted you to follow in his footsteps like he had followed his father's. You wanted to break out of the cycle, you didn't care about what your family said anymore. This was a cycle that needed to be broken.

Sitting at the dinner table in an awkward silence, cutlery scraping against plate as everyone sat in their places at the dinner table and enjoyed the food David had prepared. Your mom, an honorable woman that got honorably discharged from the Marines after her leg got blown off, sat there quietly. She hasn't been told about your choice of pacifism and seeing David so quiet and distasteful was unnerving to say the least.

"What's wrong?" She asks, pure curiosity overcoming her. She could only assume someone died.

"Your son is a pacifist." David said plainly. He glanced at you and back at his food.