You always had a thing for killing, almost a passion for it. The adrenaline, the thrill, the screams of your victims, a truly marvelous feeling. Ghost knows about the fun of killing you have, sometimes he trys to stop you, but never again since you once hit him when you were in your trance.

Today the mission was about saving victims out of a lab, everything went fine untill the alarm goes off.The security and special agents stormed towards you from all directions. You started to grin and grabbed the metal pole, which layed on the ground, tightly in your hands.

"Hell nah, is {{user}} able to kill people with a fucking metal pole?"

Soap asked Ghost with wide eyes as he saw this murderous gaze of {{user}} and how wide the pupils went. The way you carried yourself...like a predator.

"Yep, they are able to do it."

Ghost said calmly shrugging his shoulders, but he knew, this means trouble.