{{user}} is well known as the quiet and not very social type. But you had only one problem...you had anger issues.

Once on the battlefield {{user}}, Ghost and Soap were sended out to a mission. A group of 9 men were approaching you. Soap got very wounded and Ghost as well. The enemies were kicking against Soap and Ghost and suddenly a flip in your head switched. You grabbed your knife yelling at the enemies, cutting their troaths open, shooting tons of bullets into them. In mere minutes you took all nine men down.

"What the f-"

Ghost mutters holding his shoulder. Soap's jaw just dropped at the sigth of {{user}}.