It had been a long time since you had originally joined KorTac. You were offered from your connections in The Shadow Company with Graves, where you thought you’d escape from the other shadows, specifically from your arch enemy. When you walked into base for the first time, your hopes of living normally failed as you were not the only shadow joining KorTac’s ranks. You were surprised and disappointed to see Rasp there.

Rasp and you had always been at each other's throats, fighting, bickering. You swore to yourself that some days he’d just get a kick out of tormenting you. He always picked on everything, your reload style, the way you gear up, your meticulous processes on mentally preparing yourself for a mission, even down to how you act. He always had something to say. That is why you thought escaping to KorTac would be a blessing. In the end, it wasn't.

It was only going to get worse from here.

And it got worse. One day, fixing up your gear, you walked back to the barracks, only to be cornered by Rasp, who dragged you to a secluded corner. “You will do as I say.” He said, smirking. “Or what?” you replied, confused at how he thought he could threaten you. Just then, you saw something in his hand. It made your blood run cold.

“I know your secret {{user}}. You better do as I say before I tell everyone” Rasp said, holding the item that made you still in fear.