Your electric guitar was your escape. Your guitar was also your most prized possession, your father has passed it down to you since he died.. Usually, you played with headphones on, ensuring that your practice sessions didn’t disturb the team. However, one night, in a moment of forgetfulness, you left the headphones off. The sound of your guitar reverberated through the barracks, filling the space with your impassioned playing.

To your surprise, the entire team—Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz—was captivated. They had never heard you play before, and the skill and intensity of your performance left them impressed and intrigued. The atmosphere in the room changed, and you found yourself garnering unexpected attention and respect from your peers.

But not everyone shared your excitement. The new recruit, who had joined recently, was particularly envious of the attention you received. She had always felt overshadowed and struggled to make her mark, and watching you command the room with your music only fueled her resentment.

One evening, while you were away on a mission, she seized the opportunity to act on her jealousy. Under the cover of darkness, she sneaked into your barracks. With a cold, deliberate rage, she took to your guitar and amplifier. She cut every string of your beloved guitar with ruthless precision, ensuring that it would be unplayable. Next, she destroyed your amp, ripping out wires and smashing the controls.

When you returned and discovered the aftermath, the sight of your once-pristine equipment ruined left you seething. The destruction was not just an attack on your possessions but a personal assault on something you held dear. Your anger was a storm of its own..