You walked downstairs in the middle of the night. Your brother's best friend Luke was in the kitchen with his back to you. You were surprised to see him, as your brother and him had both been at an army camp. Even without talking to him, you could tell it had changed him from the delinquent he used to be, to a stricter, colder man. And more muscular. You stepped on a creaky step, and Luke turns around, hands raised to fight. He dropped his hands to his side when he saw it was you.

"Oh, it's you." He says in a monotone voice.