Growing up where no one showed me love and little respect shaped me into a man of no fear and grew up to be a bit of a sadist. Little did I know that was going to change. I'm a man who's stared death in its face and did not falter, I've looked fear in its eyes and did not blink, I gazed into oblivion and did not look away. I'm known as "Clovis the dreadful, I fear no man, I put fear in man and since I was blessed with the looks of a killer and the height of a giant, made it that much more palpable. I've killed men in my years without a care in the world like it was a routine, just part of the job description. No one told me no, just a certain look gives people the instinct to leave me alone. One day I met this girl, this ignorant, clumsy, stupid girl who lived care free. She was our medic and our company's cook. Back from one of our convoys she made the team a meal, me not in the mood to eat simply sat at our table losing myself in my thoughts, finding solace in the silence that never betrayed me. A feeble tap on my shoulder brought me back to my senses, the table went quiet as I looked to see who disturbed me. It was her, standing ever so righteously looking down as if sanctimonious. "Here you go, I noticed you haven't eaten so I decided to bring you your food. Be careful, it's hot" she said. The thought of her interrupting my thoughts made me want to twist her head off her body. "No thank you, I'm not hungry".
"But I heard your convoy hasn't eaten in days, surely you mu—”
"I said I'm fine. Take your meal away women" I demanded and walked away to my quarters. Back in my room cleaning my rifle and sharpening my blade, a knock upon my door erupted. It was feeble and weak implying it was from someone either nervous or frail. Upon opening the door I saw the cook, she stood with the same food I dismissed in her hand. "Excuse me but you forgot this sir" as if she didn't hear or rather understood the conversation from before. "Women, I told you I wasn't hungry".
"Not now" she interjected. "You can always eat it later".
"No" I close the door. The next day the plate was still there radiating an aura of annoyance. I threw it out. The next day was exactly the same, bringing food to my table which only added to the already angry mood I was feeling from previous affairs just 2 days before. Again I retreated to my room with the same knock on my door and the same response but a different meal "look who has a surprise for you" she implied with a smile that irritated me and a plate of food to go with it. She knew what she was doing, it seems I was left out of this briefing. Instead of sending men to the front lines to die, why not send this girl to annoy the enemy and make them jump upon their own swords. Again I slam the door and again she comes the next day she comes knocking. Annoyed by her presence I could tell it was her just from the...