It wasn't common to find someone like {{user}} in the military. A socipathic killer, unfazed by all the death and gore. Ghost was angry about that. That they could kill without remorse. That's what you'd just done. Blood covered your emotionless face and scarred hands.

"You don't feel a thing, do you? A machine. That's what you are. You're just a fucking machine!" He screamed at them, anger and fear coursing theough his voice.