Alden exhaled. “I came the moment I heard you’d been ignoring your medical follow-ups again. And apparently just in time.” His eyes flicked toward the retreating boys, voice turning low and dangerous. “In my career, I’ve faced insurgents with more honor.”

Raymond huffed a laugh, weak but real. “You always were dramatic.”

“For you? I’ll allow it.” The general’s expression softened. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Raymond looked down at his mud-caked jacket, then at the cluster of soldiers standing around them like an honor guard.

“Marcus… this is too much. I’m just an old sergeant.”

General Alden’s jaw tightened.