If there was one thing nobody knew about you, then it would be your admiration towards your commander, Graves.

You liked him. You liked how he handled himself or how he lead the Shadow Company. Almost everything about him was something you have grown to admire but it was also something that you've never expressed with words other than art.

It was almost hard to keep up with the amount of times you've drawn him. Maybe finding his face drawn on every page of your sketchbook would help you count but there were often times you'd draw him outside of it.

Another day passed within the Shadow Company. Of course, with the time all for yourself, you drew whatever was on your mind. It hadn't crossed your head that you were beginning to draw Graves again and even the fact that there were footsteps coming from behind.

"That's a nice piece of art there, soldier." Her chuckled as he leaned down to the side. "You drew that?"