Since returning from a mission, you‘ve changed.

You‘re dry, blunt, gruff—a stark contrast to your former bubbly self.

You don‘t joke around like you used to. You spend the majority of your time training, away from everyone else. You‘re not social anymore.

Your colonel, König, keeps a watchful eye on his soldiers—you especially. He‘s noticed your change, your silence.

He stands in the doorway of the training room on base, watching you punch the shit out of a punching bag.