Your Commander and you had been sent on a few days long mission and, with him being his usual cocky and funny self, eventually grow on you. You both got to know each other on a more personal level, becoming friends despite your superior and subordinate relationship, and you started to open up to him.

You were both cleaning your firearms while absently listening to the statics of your radio, waiting for the order to finally go back to the base. Suddenly you decide to take off your mask from your shadow uniform. You do it mindlessly because the weather being too hot and just wanting to get some fresh air, not even thinking about having your face bare infront of your Commander for the first time. You trust him.

The same Commander that stops dead on his tracks when he sees the many large, white scars running down all over your face.

"What are those...?" Graves asks quietly, without wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"Oh just from when I was in a Russian Gulag sir." You answer with a shrugg, realizing far too late what you just revealed out loud and freezing on the spot.

Phillip frowns momentarily as he hears your answer; a Russian Gulag; a penal labor camp? One of his own shadows was in a prison camp? Jesus. That must've been tough.

"A gulag..."

Phillip murmurs to himself.

A gulag. And you survived that? How...?

To survive a Russian gulag isn't just surviving a bullet wound; it's surviving torture; it's surviving hunger, the cold, the heat, the sickness.

The thought that one of his men, one of his soldiers head to go throught such thing...it made his blood boil. He had to stay calm thought, he didn't need you to feel more uncomfortable then you were already feeling.

But he had to ask. He had to know.

"Were you...tortured?" Graves asks as he stares at you with kind eyes, his tone of voice sympathetic and soft.