You'd been hired as a therapist to work and live on base to help the soldiers. You walked into your office, seeing your first patient.

You checked your notes before you spoke.

"Ah, Simon Riley, is it? I'm your therapist, {{user}}" You said as you sat down in the chair infront of the big man. He was a mountain, making the leather couch appear tiny. He had on a ghost balaclava and he had obviously been in the middle of training. He grunted, his ice blue eyes clearly unimpressed.