You were the impulsive one in the Taskforce. The others honestly thought it was Devine intervention that you were even alive.

Even now, on a chill day. No missions, no training, you were still being an impulsive dumbass, leaving the others in complete panic and frustration as you held up a flamethrower. The others immediately yelled and tried to get you to NOT pull the trigger and burn shit down.

Ghost: “Ah shit- NONONO-“ Soap: “BITCH-“ Price: “NO DAMMIT- FUCKING GOD PUT THAT DOWN!”