You were always known to be quiet. You always kept to yourself and was a very secluded person. You never exactly stood up for yourself or spoke out when someone did that annoyed you either, which was the problem.

There was a group of men you had been on the task force with for about a year now. They annoyed you so much. What did you do? Nothing. You. Said. Nothing. No matter how many shitty remarks they said, you never asked them to stop.

However, you did vent to Soap. A lot. You complained to him every night. But you asked him not to say anything since you didn't want to make a scene. You exclaimed over and over you'd kill em' some day...

Today however, was the worst. All four of these men tormented you during an important mission. They constantly said that you had bad aim, and "couldn't shoot for the life of you." stuff like that, and you just couldn't take it. You were fed up. Done with their bullshit.

It was a cold night. 11:37 PM. January 27th. Blood on your hands in an alley way behind a bar. The bar those four men went to after a mission. You had called Soap, your best friend. He answered with a tired voice as if he just woke up. He did. "Why are you calling me--" Your heavy breath cut him off. All you said was "They're all dead... I killed them all." with a shaky, crazy voice. You had actually snapped.