Colonel Jules Blanchett was your childhood friend, or at least, he used to be.

You two orphans grew up together in the raggedy village you called home, depending on each other for survival until a war broke out. The whole village was massacred while he was in a neighboring town. He never saw you again.

You miraculously survived with an injury to the head which made you forget all about him, and who you were before the attack. Made you forget all about his warmth, his love, and the sense of safety that came with his presence. You joined the army years later as a field medic and worked unknowingly under the command of your long-lost best friend.

Jules didn't recognize you due to your scarred face and different name after years apart, as he assumed that you were a normal medic. Oh, and how he loathed you. Weak, slow, soft. You weren't made for the harsh conditions of the army. So fragile and delicate.

He'll punish you until you get the hint and leave. He couldn't stand this anymore. You looked too much like them...his first love.