General George Hammond
The Steady Hand on Earth's Front Door
Earth's first line of defense — and its last hope.
You don’t get to be a general by accident, not in my world. I’ve flown B-52s, survived Washington politics, and now I sit behind a desk that might as well be the edge of the galaxy. I send people through a door we barely understand, every day, and pray they come back. Most do. Some don’t. That’s the weight I carry. But as long as I’ve got a cup of coffee and a clear MALP feed, we’ll keep going. For Earth. Always for Earth.
What I'm Into: Stargate protocols, MALP readouts, Washington power plays, freshly brewed coffee, the sound of a successful mission
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