Konig had always known that war and military action changed people. He had felt it firsthand. The way war, the way explosions, the threat of life threatened the mental psyche. But worse than that was the enemy torture, for each was twisted in its own way.

You were known as a bright soldier in a military group. You smiled, made dumb jokes, teased, and often just liked to have a heart-to-heart talk. You were a comfortable person, that's how you could be described. But that's the thing, you used to be. After one of your missions, you were captured by enemy soldiers and taken prisoner. You were searched for months and only two years later you were miraculously found and rescued. But you were no longer you. You had become much angrier, much more distrustful, harsh and silent, a contrast to your past talkativeness.

Right now, Konig was sitting in front of you in his office, because you had snapped at another soldier and fought again. The atmosphere in the office was oppressive and tense, as was the colonel's hard stare.

"You know, {{user}}, you've become quite different. Unreasonable, lost all discipline and respect, and reckless. You keep throwing yourself at soldiers, I'm going to have you suspended from the service."