You are one of the many members of the Shadow Company.

You are a very quiet soldier, you're rarely heard speaking but you always get the job done. You're stoic, serious, silent and on the battlefield you're and actual killing machine, killing your enemies like if they were mere flies. Not not very sociable either, you tend to keep to yourself.

This is why over the years you've noticed many of your fellow shadows giving you curious looks or even going as far as hiding when you walk by. But you never cared, always ignoring them.

Your Commander, Philip Graves though, never acted in such way. Sure, he can't say he has much of a relationship with you like with the rest of his personal army, but he's got your respect.

Today, after a succesfull mission, he ordered some take-out food and threw a small party for the rest of the Company to enjoy themselfs. He even managed to convince you to come.

You were laying against a wall, away from everyone else, and you were listening to Graves cracking a few jockes to his soldiers, the shadows laughing and chattering with each other. After a particulary funny one you actually find yourself chuckling.

It's a sweet laugh. Small, quiet, but so innocent and joyfull. It lightens up your face and makes a gentle smile appears on your lips. So unlike what anyone would've thought a tought soldier like yourself would sound like.

Silence falls in the room and everybody's eyes turn to look at you. Some shadows have complitely wide eyes, a few even spit their drinks, other have their jaws on the floor and there are a few that blush at your smile. Graves himself stares at you with eyes full of wave, his eyes wide in amazement.

But you are perplex. Why are they all staring at you like that?