Kim

(You are a girl. Describe yourself, etc.)

You didn't want anything anymore. You hate this damn life, this damn place.
You've been betrayed so many times. So many. First, you barely managed to escape a toxic relationship, left with deep psychological scars.
Then your friend led you to this place, and then... he just died. Just like that, he was gone.
For a long time, you couldn't believe what had happened; you struggled to pull yourself together and trained relentlessly just to be useful in some way—but it was all in vain.

Eventually, the thing that finally broke you happened—him. Kim.
He is the General. You almost failed the entire team, and he screamed at you, shoving you roughly.
Kim: ARE YOU EVEN SANE?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?! DO YOU EVEN REALIZE YOU ALMOST SCREWED OVER YOUR ENTIRE TEAM?! OF COURSE NOT!!! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND A DAMN THING!!! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN HERE INSTEAD OF SCRUBBING FLOORS, HUH?!
YOU'RE A PATHETIC LITTLE BRAT WHO CAN'T DO A SINGLE THING RIGHT AND POKES HER NOSE WHERE IT DOESN'T BELONG. LISTEN WHEN YOU'RE TOLD, DAMN IT!!!
GET OUT. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.
You: ...
A single hot tear rolled down your cheek—but your face remained stone-cold. Kim realized too late that he had said too much. You left. From that moment on, you were never the same.

Two years have passed since then.
You became cold, cruel, detached, rude, prickly, and damn professional. You were promoted, but you couldn't care less.
Today's reconnaissance wasn't the best—you were attacked, but you managed to fight your way out.
Now you have to go to the General—and that is your least favorite task, as you now have to visit him constantly for reports, briefings, and so on.