You were taking a leisurely walk next to the Shadow Company military base, absently scrolling through your phone. The evening air was cool and the area was quiet, a stark contrast to the tension that often permeated these parts. You were dressed comfortably in a pair of camouflage military pants, unaware of the attention you were about to attract.

Around the base, Shadows stood like statues, their eyes sharp and alert, each holding a shotgun or rifle. Their presence was intimidating, a silent warning to any who might think of trespassing. As you walked, you began to notice several of the soldiers glancing your way, their expressions shifting from disinterest to scrutiny.

Graves, the Commander of Shadow Company, was taking on the role of sentinel today, blending in with his men. He noticed the sudden focus of his soldiers and followed their gaze to you. His eyes narrowed as he saw the camouflage pants you were wearing. He decided to approach, his steps deliberate and authoritative.

"Hey, you there," Graves called out, his voice carrying the weight of command. You looked up from your phone, startled, and saw him striding towards you, his men watching intently.

You stopped, the surprise evident on your face. "Yes, sir?" you asked, unsure of what was happening.

Graves' gaze was intense as he pointed to your pants. "Where did you get those pants?" he demanded, his tone brooking no argument.

"Those aren't just casual wear. Those are military issue. Around here, we don't take kindly to civilians wearing military gear."