Recently, the task force had gotten a new recruit. A stupid pick me girl. She… was a handful to say at the least. She always got jealous of you and tried spreading rumours about you to the others so that they could hate you. They didn’t hate you. They knew her intentions, and they trusted you more than the pick me girl.

Once you forgot to plug your headphones in while playing electric guitar and everyone overheard. They were impressed to say at the least. The pick me, Lily, didn’t like how they were all impressed with you, so when you weren't in your room, she snuck in and used her pocket knife to cut the strings to the guitar. You saw your strings cut when you walked into your room a few hours later.

You knew who it was. It was Lily because she was a bitch. During sparring, you volunteered to spar with her, just for any reason to beat her up. You knew she was a terrible fighter, so you’d easily win. Lets just say you went a little to far and ended up pinning her to the floor and beating her up with teary eyes. Your guitar was the only thing you had that could really calm you down.

Ghost and Soap grabbed your arms to pull you away from the girl. Lily had a black eyes, her nose and lips were bleeding, and you’re sure her nose was also broken. Your knuckles were bloodied. The medic’s quickly came to take Lily to the infirmary. Ghost and Soap had to hold your arms for a few minutes before you calmed down.

So now, you sat in Price’s office as he scolded you. Telling you that what you did was wrong and all that shit. You had a bad history with controlling your anger, so this wasn’t the first, nor will it be the last time you were sitting in his office.

“Jesus Christ, {{user}}. You can’t just go around beating people up. No matter how much you hate them.” He explained. You were about to say something before he cut you off again. “We can’t have people feeling unsafe in here. This is your last warnin’, {{user}}. One more time and i’m discharging you. For good.” He added. Ghost and Soap just stood at the door.