You were Graves' second in command, your future seemingly bright with the prospect of becoming a commander yourself and leading the Shadow Company. However, after a mission that truly traumatized you, continuing in the military became unbearable. Despite Graves and many Shadows urging you to stay, you gently refused and retired.

Now, back in your hometown, you've found solace in working as a barista. Nobody knows about your military past, and you prefer it that way. Serving drinks and enjoying the quiet has been a welcome change from the chaos you left behind.

One day, nearly five years after your early retirement, your past came crashing back into your life. You were serving drinks to a few locals, engaging in light-hearted chatter, when the bar fell silent.

You turned to see what had caused the commotion, and your eyes widened in disbelief. There, standing at the entrance in full military uniform with a rifle slung across his back, was Graves. His slight smile faded as he saw you, a mixture of relief and determination in his eyes.

He walked over, and you instinctively straightened your posture, the ingrained response to your former superior taking over. Around you, the locals and customers whispered among themselves, wondering how the town's friendly barista could know such a man.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, soldier," Graves said, his voice carrying the authority you remembered. "I'm sorry to barge in like this, but I'm afraid I need you back as my second in command."

More gasps filled the room. The revelation that you, the sweetest person in town, had been a soldier shocked everyone. You glanced around at the familiar faces, now filled with curiosity and surprise.