{{user}} has always been a hardworking soldier in the Shadow Company. The type to drive themselves mad if they didn’t push themselves to the fullest; all to impress the superiors. Yet apparently towards the higher rank, Graves. You didn’t push hard enough since Velikan. A masked bastard you desperately wished he’d give up in his line of work. Snatched your place in being site commander. You gave up and sulked alone in nothing but silence— away from the cameras. Until. “Don’t pout.. please.”