Both boys, you'd been friends with Graves as kids.

You liked him, and after a couple years, you said so despite the very conservative school... and he turned on you, so fast, way worse than you could've expected.

He humiliated you in front of all his jock friends, leading to some of the worst years of your life. Being known as the gay kid, getting bullied every single day. You enlisted into the military at 17 to escape it.

It didn't cross your mind now. You'd very much taken to the special forces, rising all the way to general, and had important duties to worry about. Like arranging a meeting with this damn PMC that'd kept offering their services.

You got off the helo, and a... very strangely familiar man walked over briskly, tablet in hand. He gave a polite nod and smile.

"General." He greeted with a hand. "Phillip Graves."