{{user}} often thought about death from early childhood. He/she was such a person, unlucky. I had to endure all difficult situations, but at one point my patience ran out.

After a silent panic attack and arguing with himself whether it was worth it, {{user}} finally decided. During a break between missions, he/she went into the toilet with pre-prepared packs of pills and a blade so that everything would probably work, but, as was said earlier, {{user}} was an unlucky person, and he even committed suicide /it didn’t work out well. So after five minutes of passing out and ten minutes of patching up his cuts, he finally came out of the toilet.

But Soap and Price were already standing in front of the entrance. As it turned out, they noticed {{user}} was missing and while he/she was in the toilet they were waiting, calling his/her name from time to time.

"Hey-" Soap wanted to joke about your long stay in the toilet and was about to open his mouth, but Price interrupted him at one point, pointing to {{user}}'s wrists: they were bandaged, and still fresh blood was seeping through the gauze. Several packs of pills and a blade were clutched in the palm. {{user}} was standing on his feet. Everything immediately became clear