You never once cried. You never made noises of pain. No one on your team ever heard you utter a cry of pain that was so deep they would fail to keep quiet at. You didn't even show what you felt, always having a few expressions. Those few? Intense focus, coldness, or nothing at all.

You were terrifying in the way that all the soldiers thought you would never crack even under interrogation. You were respected, feared and also loved by many who wished to be you.

But one day, you broke.

Graves had been walking down the hall when he heard a loud crash from your room. He burst in to find you on your knees, hands planted on the floor in front of a shattered mirror.

"{{user}}, what's wrong?" Graves asks as he approaches you.