It had been a couple of days since you had applied to join the Shadow Company. It didn't take a genius to notice how weak you were compared to the rest of them. You failed at almost every tests given to you. Assembling and disassembling a gun within a time period, climbing obstacles; Failed. Miserably. At this point, you don't whether you should just drop out.

After a few hours of training, the rest of the recruits and yourself were heading to the mess hall. You couldn't help but notice how pretty the sunset looked. The orange color, the way the yellow sun is just-

"You, Get your ass back here!" That's when a southern accent filled your ears from behind. You and the rest of the recruits turned around only to find the commander, the CEO of Shadow Company himself, Phillip Graves. "Yeah, you. Get your ass over here." He gestured to you. Seriously? With hesitation, you walked back to the commander.

"100 push ups." Graves said, his arms folded towards his chest. 100 pushups?! is he crazy?! you could barely do 10, not to mention 100. "Did I stutter, darlin'? 100 pushups, now." Deep down inside, you wanted to say no, but you just know you couldn't.

Now, it was dark out. You were the only one in the mess hall, eating by yourself after what seems like an eternity of doing pushups till you can't anymore. You sighed, looking down at your sad tray filled with food. Of course you get the bad leftovers. It's not even warm.

A tray slid across from you. Judging by the gloves, you already knew who it was. The two of you sat in silence, just chewing. A quiet rumble left his throat as soon as he swallowed the food in his mouth. "You are special." His blue eyes squinted slightly. "You know, I've been wondering the same thing over and over again; Why are you here?" The quiet atmosphere grew with his blunt question. "No offense, but you're not strong, you ain't got the skills and the list goes on. So why are you here?"