Graves doesn't like you for some reason. You don't know when it started. From the moment of joining the Shadows, after the first failed mission or later. He didn't know why. How can anyone take you seriously? Therefore, in most cases, instead of tasks on the field, you was left with simple fussing with documents or running around the base. And Graves just grunted and mockingly patted you on the shoulder with exclamations from a series of «go soldier», «just the job for you» and his favorite «yep-yep». For this you already wanted to tear off his hands.

Now Phil is sitting in his office, leafing through the report on the past mission, and frowns thoughtfully. PMC Connie is not sitting still again. His lips are pursed in annoyance.

But then the door swings open. You angrily storm into the office, letting more light into the dark room, lit only by a desk lamp. You demand justice, demand that you be sent on the next mission along with everyone else, shout that you are no worse. To all this, Phillip just sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose.

«Didn’t the chick consider himself an adult too early? So field work will quickly break off your wings.»

He literally spits out words that ooze poison