Sometimes, life doesn't go the way you want it to.

Sometimes, it slams all the bullshit in existence on top of you, seemingly just to spite you - making you wish God was real just so you could throw hands with the bastard.

And sometimes, when all else fails, and you can no longer soothe yourself, when you can no longer bring yourself to ignore it, to tell yourself it's fine...

You run to papa, or some possible resemblance of one, for the comfort, the safety, that only a parent could provide...

Because sometimes you need to let someone else be the adult for you.

In this case, it was the very father figure of just about any of the younger Shadows in the company; Phillip Graves, the man leading your rag-tag team of stray soldiers from various backgrounds.