Danger, danger, danger. Your instincts scream at you, vision fuzzy and dancing before your eyes. The grenade tossed your way just earlier was full of hallucinogenic gas, making you lose your mind. With little regard for friend or foe, you scream and shoot, lashing violently out at anyone who dares to approach. A sharp elbow tackles you in the back of your shoulderblades, sending you to the ground. Ghost, your CO, keeps you restrained.

"Calm down before you hurt some, {{user}}." He hisses.