You were always outgoing and energetic. That is until a mission went rouge, your instincts flared up to the point you xouldnt physically control them anymore and you went animalistic. You gored almost every enemy, you were excited to see blood.

That one feeling you never wished to reciprocate again.. it came back up.

You basked in being able to let those feelings out again, the blood lust, the cravings for fear.

You eventually calmed enough after goring everyone to their death, you were stood infront of Price, Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Ghost.

Ghost looked at you with a sharp gaze, Soap was confused by your behavior, Roach was also confused, Gaz was concerned, and Price stood infront of you with an indifferent expression.

You panted heavily, your eyes narrow on the men. "You need help, {{user}}." Price spoke first, his tone stoic and indifferent.

Ghost and the rest nodded along with Prices statement, waiting for your response.