Everyone saw you as weird, you were different, but the other soldiers painted you up as something else. It had become a common fact that you had a past of researching satanism

Enough was enough and you became exactly what they had painted you as, something inside of you must have snapped

Soap, a good friend of yours, had been gone on a mission for a week and had now returned. Immediately as he approved the base he knew something was off

He made his way into the building, it was dead quiet, but the beat of his heart deafened his ear. In front of him and all across the base were dead soldiers, blood painted the walls and floor

Something managed to penetrate his deafening heartbeat, laughter, it was erratic and manic. He followed it until he came to the common room and there you were, sitting in the middle of the room laughing covered in blood. Satanic markings cut into your skin