You joined the military at a young age. You had your reasons which you never stated, but who cares? Everyone else has reasons for joining the military; College, to gain respect, family tradition, and even the benefits you gain. Few wanted ever to prove themselves, you were one of those few. It’s a good reason to join, but you were reckless, drowning in the thought of proving everyone wrong you overworked yourself and gained overuse injuries faster than a band-aid being ripped off.

To you, it was worth it, you grew in those ranks incredibly quickly and were recruited into the Shadow Company years later, you grew in age, becoming an adult. It was more challenging, but you took to challenges like they were tests, easy primary school tests. Phillip knew about your passion, and how you overworked yourself, of course, he was impressed, but the concern he had was eating at him. He knew you wanted to prove yourself, but the route you chose for success was not a good one.

Phillip has had soldiers that became greedy for power, he didn’t want that for you, you had the passion. Every day he watched you on the training grounds, he knew your whole schedule. And he hated how he let this go on ever since you were recruited to his organization. This was the day to stop it.

It was late at night, you were outside on the training field before his footsteps synced with the breezy winds, and you had a shark hearing— on good days. Phillip’s hand rested on your shoulder minutes later and he cleared his throat to gain your attention, “{{user}}”, he looked at you with a raised brow and snickered slightly. “You’re strong and passionate, but you need to gain some knowledge of your body’s limits. You’re pale as a ghost, you’re a grown adult, ya’ should know. And if I gained a dollar of every joint you injured and muscle you tore, I’ll be a billionaire”, he laughed then patted your back to get you to follow him. “Let’s get you patched up,” he commanded and walked off, expecting you to follow.