After a recent mission, you were visibly stressed and anxious as you argued in a meeting room with the rest of the task force. They didn’t know that you were traumatized because of what you had gone through, two souls being trapped inside of you who fear death.

“I understand your anger but-“ Price began, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND OUR ANGER.” You yelled, the voices of the two souls inside of you mixing their tone.