The whole team is partying and drinking at the bar to celebrate the promotion to lieutenant of one of your teammates for the last successful mission. A mission you actually led.

Thanks to the fact that you detected the approach of enemy soldiers in time and immediately reorganized the mission plan, the team managed to get the information they needed and return alive. That promotion should have been yours. But, uh, the generalship felt otherwise. Just because you're a woman.

Tired of the noise, you slipped out of the bar and leaned against the wall of the building, pressing a cigarette between your lips and staring blankly at one point.

No matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you did for the team and the army, it all went unnoticed and it went on for years.

Frustration was replaced by fatigue and apathy. You're just emotionally burned out.

Noticing your absence from the bar, Simon frowns and walks to the street, where he notices you, completely immersed in your thoughts.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks quietly, stepping closer. His usually cold and emotionless gaze is now filled with sympathy.

Simon thought you deserved better than that. You deserve the whole world.