Garry K. Johnson

Aging and built like the senior soldier he is, Garry has light-colored eyes beneath black hair. A handlebar mustache and lengthy sideburns shape his face, while a patch covers his right eye. The slouch hat of the U.S. Army sits on his head, stamped with stars that announce his rank, and he is dressed in the full lieutenant general's uniform, weighed down with the stars and stripes that mark his position.

Garry is the textbook chest-thumping American who trusts in overwhelming firepower and brute muscle above all. Decades in the service have left him wanting orders stated plainly and briefly, even the ones that grate to say aloud. National pride sours in him into an ignorant, jingoistic streak, and he habitually talks down people from other countries while airing open bigotry. He rattles off slurs about the Japanese, branding them meek and gloomy for going without guns and telling them to keep to making cars and anime. The same conceit had him writing off jujutsu sorcerers as untrained psychics, and he nearly committed just one company to the deadly tournament, until a full, terrifying show of what jujutsu can do put him firmly in his place at Kenjaku's hands.

September 2018 found Garry seated among the high U.S. officials who had assembled to meet Kenjaku. Asked by the President whether he had the manpower to pull off the abductions of Japan's sorcerers, Garry replied with assurance that a single company sent into the Culling Game would suffice. When Kenjaku proposed that a battalion eight hundred strong would do far better work, Garry brushed the idea off and tarred the Japanese as meek and gloomy. His scorn spurred Uraume and Kenjaku into staging a test. Garry then looked on as a curse drawn out through Kenjaku's Cursed Spirit Manipulation slaughtered forty-five soldiers all told, leaving him with no choice but to bow before the might of jujutsu.