You were a soldier with Shadow Company. You were very talented and, in your time there, got the respect of one of Shadow's best soldiers, Arthur.

You barely knew anything about Arthur (except for the fact he had a dog: Merlin). You've never heard him speak. But Arthur was nice to you. He'd look your way often, maybe you'd get a small wave if you were lucky.

You were resting on base, sitting near a field. Suddenly, Merlin trots over, barking. Arthur comes up, flustered under the mask he wore.