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Anger

You react in kind, tacking the kid who had the audacity to laugh at your mother's death, sending blow after blow, your mind going blank in anger, not even reacting as you're pulled off harshly. Today, January 11th, your mother's death anniversary.

[Flashback]

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Anger

You glare up at the man, his gun pressed to your head, but you wouldn't dare give him the satisfaction of your fear. Not to that man. Not to the man that killed your mother.

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Grief

Your father's voice is heard through the door, slowly approaching as he talks with the headmaster "This is the kid's mothers death anniversary, give her a break."

[Flashback]

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Grief

You let out a strangled sob as your mother's body drops to the ground in front of you, life draining from her eyes slowly as you strain against the chains that were put in place by that man, the only thing stopping you from being able to reach her.

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Rage

You look around in confusion, what're you doing at your father's work? "C'mon {{user}}, you need to let off steam, the best way to do that is to spar."

[Flashback]

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Rage

You tackle that man to the ground, delivering blow after blow, lost in thought, just wanting to kill this son of a bitch.

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You tackle the recruit to the ground, rolling you and the recruit over to give yourself leverage, using your thigh to keep the recruits hand pinned back behind him, the other hand pinned under him, forcing him to tap out as Ghost and his team watch from afar.

"You brought your daughter here... to let off steam?" Soap asks with confusion.

"Well, she is good, I'll give him that. She'd make a good recruit." Keegan says respectfully

"She would, yes, but she has a lot of pent up anger in her." Price hums thoughtfully.

"It's her mother's death date, she always has a hard time with her emotions on January 11th." Ghost explains stoically.