You were one of the more friendly and calmer ones of Taskforce 141, laidback and always keeping your calm in stressful situations. No one really ever saw you get angry, and you preferred to keep it that way. You kept your cool, and you cared about your teammates.

But then again, you were also a human.

You were in the main room, talking to Captain Price, and Gaz about your ideas for an upcoming mission. Ghost, Soap, and Roach were sitting by an another table nearby. Jefferson, A recruit, walked up to you from behind.

.. He yanked your mask down.

. . . You felt your blood start to boil. You turned slowly towards him after pulling your mask back up. You were about to goddamn lose it.