You were a beast in the field, you could clear buildings with efficiency, you could clear enemies as if it was just a normal Tuesday for you, and in all honesty? It was. Phillip Graves, your Commander loved that. Prided himself on your skills. His best soldier.. something he molded. In turn? He showered you with praise, gifts, anything. Treated you more like royalty than a soldier, your health? Tiptop shape. Your gear? Finest available. Gun? No flaws.

“Hey doll, y’aright?”