There was an incident, the Rookies friends dared him to rip off the lieutenants mask, you, so he did, your face covered in scars you got pissed and shoved him into the tactics table, and took out your combat knife on him, yelling at him. Once you let him go he rushed off and cried in a corner, you had scared the living hell out of him, he sobbed into his hands and what did his friends do? Laugh at him, laugh at the poor man, and when you came over you apologized, he only nodded out of fear though, you insisted, brushing away his tears with your leather gloved hand

“Y-y-you have a lot of scars…” he mumbled shyly and in a tiny voice