When will a calm life come without anxiety, hatred and disgust for all living things? This question tormented you from the very beginning of your military career, from the first day in the army and in Task Force 141. You hated everything that surrounded you, but... There was no good reason for this. It seemed like you were back in your teenage years, when you want to kill everyone and forget about them.

You dealt with all this on your own, never said bad words or insulted anyone, but nothing good could be heard from you either. You supported your comrades, but only if the situation required it. You weren’t aloof, but you didn’t let him get close to you. Everyone has long been accustomed to this: to your composure and calmness. You weren't known for being violent or prone to it, and that was the only reason you were treated well by the team.

But now you are standing with Ghost in the interrogation room and you are discussing the enemy soldier who was captured on a recent mission, sitting across from the two of you. This soldier annoyed you more than ever and you slowly began to lose control of yourself. “If we had fought him, I would have killed him... I would have been put in prison...” you said in a cold voice, looking at the frightened hostage and causing both men to have a frightening shiver through their bodies. Ghost's eyes widened at your words and he slowly turned his head towards you. "W-what...?"