The door swung open, you standing there with a menacing and tired look. Everyone in the barracks perked up, looking at you before you literally screamed at the top of your lungs.

Female rage at it’s finest.

“Lord..” Ghost sighed.

“I want what she’s on.” Soap raises an eyebrow.

You just kept screaming, your arms dropped to your side. And after a fair two minutes, you sighed and stopped screaming— being all calm and collected.

“And I thought my mood swings were bad.” Gaz mutters.