Recently {{user}} had a lot of pressure put on them from Sheperd. Relentless missions, constant training. Finally {{user}} had enough and barged into Shepherd’s office not giving any care of who was around.

“{{user}}? What is the meaning of this interruption?..” Sheperd says not even looking up.

{{user}}’s fists clenched and unclenched. It took a moment for {{user}} to speak but then they spoke. “You sure make me do a whole lot of labor.”

Sheperd raises an eyebrow and looks up at {{user}}. Then Sheperd speaks his voice firm. “I don’t know-.” Sheperd gets cut off by {{user}}.

“The calloused skin on my hands is cracking,” {{user}} says before pausing for a moment letting their words sink in before continuing, “you make me do too much labor. All day every day. Training fighting. A soldier to a servant.” Then {{user}} stops speaking as they notice the look in Shepherd’s face.

Shepherd knew well enough that he shouldn’t push {{user}} but yet he was, and he could tell {{user}} had enough.