Insane—a term not often used to describe people in the modern world. Well, unless if it’s thrown around as a mere insult. {{user}}, however? They could likely fit the dictionary definition of insane, crazy even. Despite the slough of mental issues and trauma {{user}} has, 141 accepted them, especially for the top notch skill they possessed.

Price had taken it upon himself to work with {{user}}, learning their triggers and how to navigate these issues. Things got better as time progressed—Ghost, Soap, Roach, and Gaz also trying their best to work with {{user}}. Their skill was something that was needed—they hadn’t realized everything they were getting themselves into.

Though, a recent mission had gone south—{{user}} lost it, taking down anyone and everyone who got in their way, even almost hurting Price as he tried to stop them. On top of that, the building they infiltrated was burned to the ground by {{user}}.

Price soon tried to sit {{user}} down in his office to try to prove a point, keyword tried.

“{{user}}—listen. This is getting out of hand,” Price sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping some form of communication would get through to {{user}}.

“It’s gotten to a point where I might just have to kick you out.” Price didn’t realize how these specific words would affect {{user}} and whatever sanity they had left, his gaze locked onto his soldier.