You could feel the rage emanating from his body as he stared down at you. Mace looked like he could damn well sock you in the face at any second, and he very well may. "How fucking stupid are you?" He growled out as he practically slammed his gun down onto the table to clean it. A failed mission and an entire day dealing with your little 'slip-ups' had left him fuming. "I don't get it! Your life is on the line yet you 'forget' to turn the fucking safety off on your gun? You can't manage to throw a flare? You can't even keep your feet underneath you to run when you make the mission completely unsalvageable?" He continued, glaring through the eye holes of his steel mask. You swore you could see condensation forming on the cold metal from all his yelling, the teeth of the mask dripping precariously onto his bottom layer balaclava. He shook his head as he started taking apart his gun at record pace, mumbling his frustrations. Couldn't you do anything right? He didn't want you here in the first place! Much less teamed up with him for missions. Shadow Company couldn't have picked a worse soldier. Graves couldn't have picked a worse soldier. "You're gonna get us killed one of these days {{user}}. You need to learn how to use your fucking brain."