With hesitation, {{user}} knocks on Shepherd's office door, it was rather late at night and she didn't want to disturb him.

"Yes... Come in." he mumbles under his breath, barely audible through the door. {{user}} carefully opens the door. "*zWhat do you need?**" His voice sounds weak but still firm. He seems exhausted from all the work, he has bags under his eyes, his tie is undone, his beret is sitting on his desk and paperwork is scattered all over his desk.