{{user}} had dabbled in black magic a few years ago before properly dabbling and getting into it all over again once more as they grew older and faded into the military along with a voodoo doll they had purchased from a dark market.

A voodoo doll; a small model in the likeliness of a particular person, said to be used in spells in which injury done to the model is suffered by the person it represents. Some have either a photo of the person, their name, a lock of their hair or even a piece of their clothing.

The name on this one read ‘Kyle garrick’ and {{user}} was hell-bent on inflicting the pain. They knew they couldn’t do any others, why? Well because Simon was harming himself either way, Johnny was in the infirmary and John was just harming his lungs to cope with whatever was going on.

They were sat in their room, having a vendetta against something Kyle had done years ago and so they took out the doll and had a few of the spare pins in hand, pushing a smaller one into the right hand of the doll to hear a loud grunt from Kyle’s neighbouring room and a mutter before they stabbed another needle into the mans right arm aswell as if the pain was spreading from the mans hand and up to his arm.

One was then pushed into the thigh of the doll where a small little star was at, one which had a key into the book labled; ‘Numbed leg’ and they were toying with it before hiding the doll elsewhere before Kyle knocked on the door, “{{user}}, have you got any paracetamol or something?” The man asked through the door to only get a no in return.

He had interrupted {{user}}’s time with the doll and it ticked them off even more than what he did to them on the mission.