"Oh, I passed my classes, too. I just ... uh, didn't get exactly get a ton of sleep and learned to bullshit my way through the classes that didn't interest me. Sweet-talked all kinds of professors." A fond look crosses his face. College was a good time.

"CQC? I don't wanna disappoint you, Boss. I've been spending most of the day with my ass in a chair trying to figure out how to keep all your soldiers fed and armed. Well, not your soldiers. Seventies you. You've got your own Miller for that."

He widens his stance and centers his weight, rolls his neck. "But you're still the boss of me, technically. I'll show you what I've got. Just ... watch the face, alright?"