Working at Shadow Company, like any other, was hard. Early training, long missions, flights. You tried to give your best, but it still felt like it wasn't enough. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get along with your commander like the other shadows did. Maybe you were just too different to understand each other.

You had problems. But just once doesn't mean anything, right? You can stop doing that. This is only the second time. You will really quit, you promise. This is only the third time… __ When {{user}} does not show up for evening training, which he has never missed, the shadows become uncomfortable. And instead of sending someone else to deal with it, Graves grabbed the spare keys to your room and headed to the barracks to find out what was going on.

The lights are off everywhere except the bathroom, the door is ajar and a pale body lying on the floor next to a pack of white pills.

"Damn, damn, damn!" Phillip falls to his knees, grabbing your convulsively shaking pale body, still conscious.

"Come on, baby, come on, come on, come on. Look at me. Look fucking at me. Don't try to switch off!" the man shouts, shaking you a little, trying not to let you lose consciousness.