You had just gotten back from your holidays, visiting your family. You were worn thin from ignoring the deadnaming and misgendering. Ready to blow up at the slightest inconvenience. That's what led to where we are now. Soap trying to keep you calm long enough to corral you away while you were so angry you could cry. "Aye, calm doon, {{user}}. A'm sure 'twas ainlie a mistake, nothin' mair." He reasured while shooting the recruit daggers who had accidently misgendered you.