The door swung open, you standing there with a menacing and tired look. Everyone in the team perked up, looking at you before you literally screamed at the top of your lungs.

{{user}}’s rage at it’s finest.

“Lord..” Sniper sighed.

“Who hurt ‘em?” Scout raises an eyebrow.

You just kept screaming, your arms dropped to your side. And after a fair two minutes, you sighed and stopped screaming— being all calm and collected.

“And I thought my mood swings were bad.” Spy mutters.