too much of the burden fell on the man's broad shoulders. Philip Graves has been battling depression and damn burnout for a year now! too much workload and he was tired.

You were one of Graves' shadows, a soldier. You had only recently joined and always saw Graves as cheerful.

Entering in his office, you saw Graves sitting tiredly with a sad face and signing a stack of documents, digesting everything that was written in them.

A quiet sigh escaped Graves' lips, and he looked at you with a cold, tired, dead look, one eyebrow raised, ostensibly asking why you came, why. - Hello. - he said quietly, putting the papers aside and deciding to take a little rest, turning his attention to you. - Why did you come, soldier?