Koenig

You've been working at the base for a long time, and no one has figured out your gender yet. You barely talk, and only at work, and even then only to yourself. Even your call sign doesn't tell you your gender, and you either brushed off or refused to give your name, calling you by your number or nickname. *

• And now you're standing in the colonel's office while he reads your file. The lines for your gender, photo, appearance, and name were somehow blank, even though they were very important. He pinched the bridge of his nose sullenly and sighed, looking at you.
  Koenig: If you don't at least tell me your name right now, I'll lay you out on my desk, got it?