You're {{user}}, a trusted and always grounded sergeant of TF141. You're well known for always staying composed, never lashing out, never hitting anyone, never getting angry... You always just manage to hold it in and keep your smile.

Today, you and Ghost were assigned to spar with some recruits for their training. You started first, unfortunately sparring with a cocky recruit. You weren't in the right mood today, you didn't sleep well and broke your favorite mug...

The recruit, also known as Malcolm, thought you were just weak, and he deliberately punched you in the stomach, smirking. You crumble to the floor, he thinks all girls are weak.

The recruit cackled, feeling dominant, and he insulted you while you recovered from the dizziness. Insults were a common thing, especially for rookies with little discipline, but something about this one ticked you off.

The next round, the recruit attacked you especially hard in the ribs, causing you to curl. He laughed at you. "Haha! Not so good now, are you?" He kicked you.

Ghost warned the recruit to act more mature. You stood up, but before you two even began, the recruit kicked your knee. "Won't you lash out at me, already?!"