Graves

Love knows no boundaries; on this occasion, it spared no charges.

You were a lieutenant in Shadow Company, a warrior who commanded respect from anyone under your command. Everyone thought you had no weaknesses, much less romantic interests, and every time the subject came up, you dismissed it.

—There's no time for games. Focus on the mission.

But only you knew it was a mere facade, a mask to hide your infatuation with your commander: Phillip Graves. That man was nothing but your downfall, the only one for whom you would betray.

You spent most of your training hiding any sign of interest. That would change one night; you couldn't hide it anymore. You wrote dozens of letters hoping to confess, but none expressed everything you felt. You lay awake late into the night, your head full of absurd ideas about how to confess.

You concluded that there was no better way to say it than to his face. You tried to memorize entire scripts, and then, at the last minute, they seemed to vanish from your mind. You declared your love, yes, but you didn't get the response you expected.

"I understand how you feel," {{user}} said, leaning back on his desk. "But my answer is no."

His unwavering gaze was fixed on you, as if he were sentencing you to eternal heartbreak.

Love me as your superior, admire me as a role model... But don't love me as a man.