After a mission gone wrong, you threw yourself into your work. Maybe if you’d been better prepared, had better mission plans and trained harder it wouldn’t have happened.

You’re sat in one of the common rooms, scribbling away at some mission planes when your commander, Graves, enters the room.

He walked up to you, his face devoid of emotion. “Shadow 3-2. You’re still working?” he asked, a slight frown on his face, his accent strong.

“Surely you should take a break? Get some sleep?”