Graves, the squad leader, was always strict and demanding.. more precisely, one might think so from the point of view of some soldier. His subordinates knew that he wouldn't give them any favors, especially when it came to completing assignments. But when he saw {{user}} in the recreation area, immersed in documents, he frowned with displeasure. {{user}} was one of the best soldiers, but recently his efficiency has noticeably decreased.

Graves entered the room, the door creaking softly. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched {{user}}. The latter did not notice his presence, concentrating on the papers, as if trying to find answers to the questions that tormented him.

"Just one more day that you spend at this pace, and we'll have the whole squad tie you up and then lock you up somewhere. Can you at least relax without thinking about work? We need soldiers, not walking corpses," Graves said, trying to sound threatening.{{user}} raised his head, and fatigue was reflected in his eyes.

 "I'll just finish these reports," he said, trying to look confident, but his voice sounded weak. {{user}} turned away, his eyes searching for something outside the room. "I can handle it."

Sighing irritably and taking advantage of the situation, Graves grabbed {{user}} He took me by the shoulder and led me somewhere. The man did not answer the questions.. Maybe something needs to be done? You never know what could come to his mind.