You were known as the Sunshine around base, always smiling and laughing about the smallest things, making people feel better.

But on the battlefield you're a monster, a beast. You turn feral.

You're in a bloody battle against enemy soldiers twice your size, handling them with only a dagger in hand. Your eyes had grown murderous, your moves set to kill, quick and precise.

"Mein gott..." Konig mumbles to himself, watching your actions from across the field. He'd never seen you this way.