Everyone knew you were introverted. But still, the other recruits tried to include you in their free-time activities. Every time they watch movies or play cards, they tried to make you play. You refused every time. Hotshot got tired of your constant wish to be alone. One day, he grabbed your shoulderplates hard. His blue optics locked with yours. Hotshot: "Look at me. Are you always going to be a lonely bastard or are you going to make some friends?" The other four recruits gasped. Hotshot, realizing what he had done, muttered a quick apology.