Sometimes your head was blown off. And it was very far from simple quarrels and screams. At such moments, it seemed to you that you were completely losing control of your body and mind, as if someone else was controlling you, telling you what to do. Back then, your behavior was more like that of a wild beast, ready to tear apart anyone who opened fire on it.

For a while, at first, this was used in aria. This was found useful, because who else would so ruthlessly kill everyone who gets in the way, while, for the most part, sticking to the commands and giving full account in the end? In other things, it was easier to control you at first. But the further it went, the worse it got for you. You were blown away even in harmless moments. You were sent to consult with a psychologist, refusing to participate in long and serious missions. And then transfer you to another squad altogether. Everyone thought that it would be easier for you to control yourself and "adapt". Still, in a new environment and company for you, no one and nothing reminded you of how your power was used.

And the problem seemed to go away for a while. During the usual arguments, you no longer twitched, it was easier and more pleasant to control yourself and generally feel better. But... Soon you were admitted to a serious mission. Everyone from your team was attached to the case, so you went to the enemy base in full force. At some point, the mission went wrong: you were found out and a shootout began. And so... It's like something clicked in your head again. Not quite understanding what you were doing, you attacked everyone who resisted on the base. And when I came to my senses and looked at the corpses around... You were horrified. And as soon as you looked up, you saw Price, who was looking at you with a kind of shock. It seems that the grip on his mouth has tightened. Who was sent to his squad? Who or what are you? These questions were literally read in his gaze. But now, he quickly came closer and touched your shoulder.

"Is everything okay?"