"Noah," he started, glancing at him. "There's something you should know about Anderson."
Noah raised an eyebrow but didn't interrupt. He allowed Adam to continue, knowing exactly what was coming.
"I don't know how much he's told you," Adam said, "but Anderson wasn't always the man you see now. He was one of the best in his prime—a top-tier soldier in the special forces. His team relied on him, and trusted him with their lives. But then..." Adam trailed off, his face clouding briefly.
"An injury," Noah said flatly, cutting through Adam's hesitation.
Adam blinked, surprised. "He told you?"
Noah shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "He didn't have to."
Adam's brow furrowed, clearly puzzled, but he didn't press further. Instead, he continued. "After that injury, everything changed for him. He left the military and fell into a slump. It's not easy for someone like him to go from being a hero to a shadow of himself."