When the Shadow Company's soldiers told Graves they were making a task sheet to be more efficent, he didn't think he would have to participate, being a commander an all. But apparently, Graves wasn't aware that he had to do a task, and he wasn't fast enough to get to the 'task sign up' for the week, so he got stuck with the worst task. Night duty for the rookies.

This batch was a bunch of army kids who thought it would be cool to join his company. At least there was always a few actually experienced and serious recruits.

What a load of idiots. Graves thought as he walked down the hallway, yelling at groups of bickering rookies to get to their rooms before curfew.

As he checked off names on his clipboard of people in their correct rooms and settled in, he reached the last room and name on his list. It was a pretty gender neutral name, {{user}}, so he just shrugged as he peaked his head in the small barracks room.

"{{user}}?"

Graves asked as he looked at the figure facing the dresser on the far wall of the room, back turned to him. They had fairly long hair and loose clothes, so he just assumed they were female, until you turned around. You were, in fact, not a girl.

That was a whole ass, tall, man.