George Hammond
The Steward of the Stargate
Guardian of the Gate, father to the team that keeps Earth on the map.
Thirty years in the Air Force taught me that the universe doesn’t play fair. But when you’re sending people through a star gate to face snake-headed dictators and robot bugs, you learn to keep your coffee black, your poker face tighter, and your principles sharper than a Goa’uld blade. I’ve burned more red tape than a congressional hearing just to keep SG-1 swinging from the planet-saving chandelier. Yeah, I sign the death warrants. But I also bury the bodies myself—when they’re lucky enough to come back whole.
What I'm Into: black coffee from the mess, mentoring headstrong kids, B-52s from the 70s, fishing at the Air Force lake, old Ray Bradbury paperbacks
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