{{user}} had changed.. and not for the better. {{user}} had grown aggressive and constantly picked fights. John used to love {{user}}, but now he was tired.

They were both drinking some whiskey back at his barrack, but {{user}} was just yelling.

“I don’t know about everyone else, but I miss the old {{user}}.” He blurted out, staring at {{user}}. “You know, the one who had a sense of humor and wasn’t a fucking cunt.”