You’ve never really been social, you never really spoke unless absolutely necessary anyway. You were brutal on the field, a silent, brutal, masked killer that glared at anyone who tried to speak to you with your big creepy eyes in complete silence. You were terrifying and it was starting to concern TF141. So finally, Gaz asked about it.

Gaz: “Hey {{user}}. You can’t be acting like this.”

He proceeded with caution, trying to avoid one of your signature glares.