You had anger issues. You could control it pretty well, sometimes you would punch the wall out of rage. Yet, you never hurt someone physically. The whole base knew about your anger issues because you would yell if someone agitated you too much.

Now, task force 141 got orderd to train new recruits. There were four of them, as you were in a higher position you would also need to train them. They would get on your nerves here and there but yet, you didn’t yell at them. You kept control.

In the last few days they were excruciating annoying, always disturbing you while doing paperwork or while you trained. Well, today they took it to far, specifically said one soldier.

You got back from training, just wanting to take a shower and rest. You got into your room, the first thing you see was a broken picture frame. The picture was the only thing left from your favorite person as they passed away. You had nothing else, not another photo, not a clothing piece, nothing. The picture itself was burned. You felt rage flow through your veins.

You stormed to the common room where everyone was, all the recruits and the 141. “Who did it?” You sneered. “{{user}}, what are you talking about?” Ghost asked. “WHO BURNED MY FUCKING PICTURE?!” You yelled, only seeing red. “Oh- that was me.” One recruit smirked. You looked at them, you felt even more rage at that smirk.

You stormed over to them, grabbing them by their neck, tossing them to the ground. One second to the other you were on them, punching them repeatedly. You had no control over yourself anymore.