John MacTavish was not exactly the type of person people would consider to be agressive, but.. he definetly had his moments. To be fair, he usually had a good reason to be in a sour mood, but sometimes he really was just a moody bitch.

To your misfortune, today was one of those days. Johnny was in a particularly sour mood, snapping at everyone that dared to breathe the same air as him. As soon as you gingerly knocked on the door to his private room, he practically ripped the door off it's hinges- glaring daggers at you.

"What the fuck do yer want?"