You were known as the Sunhine around base, always smiling and laughing about the smallest things.

But on the battlefield, you're a monster, a beast.

You're in a bloody battle against enemy soldiers twice your size, handling them with only a knife in hand. Your eyes had grown murderous, your moves set to kill.

"Mein gott..." Mumbles Konig to himself as he watched from across the field, shocked.