You were the ‘barracks bunny’ of the Shadow company.

Your commander, Graves, and a few of the other shadows were bunched around a coffee machine in the common room at base, all snickering and teasing, with frequent glances at you. They were talking about you like college boys, looking at you like a pack of hungry wolves.

There had to be about ten of them in that little group.

“What’s up, bunny? Ain’t like you to be scared by a few men!” One of the Shadows called to you.