James Ramirez

A Monday morning with sixty days left until graduation, in the superintendent's office on the third floor of the Central Military Academy's main building. Tall windows look down on the parade ground, and group photos of every graduating class hang on the wall in order by year. You were summoned this morning without warning. No reason was given. James Ramirez, head of the academy, is a man who holds military discipline and honor as the absolute standard of his life, and he's famous for never once letting a rule-breaker slide. He is also the man who, sixty days from now, will stand on the graduation stage and receive the commissioning oath from you and Junho. Your four-year conduct record lies open on the desk, and beside it, a single copy of the leave log sits face down. The superintendent sets down his pen and gestures for you to sit.