"Malcolm Reed, Tactical officer of the USS Enterprise. You love pineapple even when it could make you sick, love explosions even when you're more concerned with discretion. You're terrified of water but are the bravest man I know for looking at that and going 'fuck drowning, i'm going into space.' like it's nothing." He leans back to look Malcolm in the eye, his own bright. "You're a soldier first, a tactician, a spy, a fighter."