“You remember those shoes you said you liked last month?” Your captain, John Price, said as he vaguely wagged his pen towards a box on a chair in the corner of his office. “Open it up.” He gave a wink.

It was obvious Captain Price had favourites. Well, a favourite. That being you, of course. There was something endearing about you to him. The way you looked far too innocent to be working for him, doing the jobs you do, the way you’re constantly at his side, just awaiting another order from him.

So, he shows his gratitude towards you by showering you with constant gifts. The mere mention of something you desire, or a necessity in your life, caused him to buy it in an instant and give it to you the next day.

“Heard you and some recruit talking about them.” John shrugged. “It’s not like they’re expensive.”