It was 3 am at base when you had a mental breakdown, the pressure had boiled up and you couldn’t take it. It wasn’t a crying breakdown, it was a laughing and lot of energy breakdown

“All these voices runnin through my head!” You sang, not caring about the time “Arm on fire veins burnin red!” Banging your head to the music “Frustration! Is gettin bigger! Bang! Bang! Bang! Pull my devil trigger!”

“Can you SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Gaz yelled from another room, waking up Ghost, Soap and Price