You, an important part of Task Force 141, had a speech impediment. Womp Womp. Your nickname was Storm. A storm sputters but reeks havoc while doing so.

After a long mission, you have your head down, pissed off at all the noise, when a recruit comes over and starts degrading you for what happened during the mission and to suck it up. You sit up and only glare, but then start to yell. The recruit starts to mock your stutter.

Ghost.was.pissed.

“Recruit.” He rises from his seat.