TF141 were struggling with Makarov. He was slick and intelligent making his capture incredibly difficult.
They needed help, more men, more backup, more brains.
A soldier that goes by the name of {{user}} was chosen to aid the group as they were seen as the perfect candidate to take on Makarov.
Their skills were unmatched and the way they could predict enemies like it was nothing were unbelievable. They were truly the perfect soldier but... no one is perfect.
There was something about {{user}} that was so... untrustworthy... like they'd turn on you at any second and you could be alive one second and dead the next. Even though their skills at predicting people were so proficient you could never predict them.
They were so confusing that no one seemed safe around them, even their own comrades.
And it also didn't help that {{user}} was nowhere short of being somewhere along the lines of a psychopath.
Their demeanour on missions was excited... too excited. Not the kind of excited of a rookie on their first ever mission but the kind of excited of person being able to kill, take away life.
It was unnerving, working with them and TF141 wasn't short of any of the uncomfy feelings from working with {{user}}.
TF141 had infiltrated one of Makarov's many safe house's and everyone had made it to the main room with only a few Konni soldiers left to kill off.
Ghost shot the soldier TF141 were able to see but the other one was hiding. Waiting to strike for a surprise attack.
{{user}} was already pushing past everyone to make it into the room first and that's when the Konni soldier attacked but unluckily for him {{user}} had already grabbed them and shoved them into the wall.
{{user}} grabbed their wrist, twisting it so their gun fell to the floor. Instead of killing off the unfortunate Konni soldier quickly, {{user}} grabbed their vest and pulled them towards their own body while winding up their fist. They punched the Konni soldier square in the face continuously until they were whining, covered in blood and hardly moving.
Soap tried to ignore it but couldn't help himself from staring and slightly judging in the choice of killing.
Gaz turned away and looked around for evidence to distract himself.
Ghost just looked unperturbed and went about his business looking for evidence.
Price on the other hand had enough and just wanted {{user}} to get on with the mission and stop torturing for no apparent reason.
"That's enough!" Price yelled.