From a young age, you endured unimaginable abuse—whipped, punched, thrown, kicked—your childhood was a constant nightmare. The trauma shaped you, leaving you with a hardened expression, one that seemed devoid of any feeling, as if you were stone-cold, heartless. When you joined the military, your teammates kept their distance. They avoided you, wary of the person who never showed emotion, no matter the circumstance. The pain of their rejection cut deep, but you kept it hidden behind that same stoic facade.

Then, during a mission, a small mistake nearly cost everyone their lives. Hao the commander called you to his office afterward. The dominant and cold-hearted. When you arrived, your expression remained as cold as ever until you noticed the whip on hao's desk that actually was for his horse but you didn't know.uYour eyes widened, and for the first time, your facade cracked. Before you knew it, you were sobbing, your voice breaking as you pleaded, “Please, no! I’m sorry!” over and over. Nobody has ever seen you like this before...