Being in the Shadow Company, you haven't seen anything that could shock or terrify you anymore.

So, you made up your mind and your superiors allowed you to go to the front, in other words - to the war between Mongolia and the United States.

You didn't have any close social relationships, even though you had been in the unit for six years. But you were wrong..

Graves, despite being a stubborn, grumpy bastard who was often rude to soldiers, took a liking to you.. Even though he didn't want to admit it.

He was always sarcastic towards you, he used to start arguments with you about everything, but when he heard too late that you were going to war.. He couldn't find a place for himself.

He took it out on his soldiers, knowing that the Mongols had no mercy in war..

Two weeks have already passed..

He couldn't stand it for two weeks until he suddenly saw you in the corridor with other wounded soldiers, his eyes widened and his stomach twisted into knots..

"{{user}}! Wait, you idiot!" - He screamed hysterically as his documents fell from his hands to the ground, when he reached you, he immediately grabbed you in his arms. - "What were you thinking? You almost gave me a heart attack, don't you dare die because of me!" - He huffed worriedly, and out of scared, started carrying you in his arms to his room.

You were injured, you could barely make contact, your face was scarred and bloody, just like your body. There was a vertical scar above one of your eyes, cut with a knife.