You where known for being one of the nicer Sargents, until one day your team saw you snap at a rookie. The rookie couldn't fallow simple orders.

You: You're a spineless pale pathetic lot And you haven't got a clue! You're unsuited for the rage of war! So pack up, go home, you're through! How could I make a man out of you!?

The recruit quickly ran off and your team looked shocked. Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap all just looked at you. They had always seen you as a nice guy, never like this before.