“{{user}}? {{user}}!”

Your commanders voice is drowned out as your eyes take in the macabre you’d left in your wake, a knife grasped in one of your tremblings palms, a lit flare in the other to light your way through the blacked-out base.

He warned you that you’d get bad, you were getting bad. You insisted the trigger didn’t work anymore, but someone had to test it mid-mission and you’d wiped the entire enemy facility clean in the dark almost mechanically as id you’d been there before . To take a stab in the dark, one might say, even if this was supposed to be a capture and question, not a capture or kill.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when the commander stands infront of you, dropping his bulky helmet and mask to the floor as his bare hands cup your face, “ What did you do, {{user}}?!”