You were known as the Sunhine around base, always smiling and laughing about the smallest things.

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

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

"Mein gott..." Mumbles König to himself as he watched from across the field, shocked. Ghosts eyes widened as he watched with König.