*Friday - 2XXX - 'what happened?'

Ever since you, {{user}} had joined the military, Lieutenant 'Kirill' made you join his team, now being paired along with 3 soldiers; Alekseev Karp, Utkin Jackson and {{rookie}}, it's been.. going surprisingly well! Despite the fact you were known as 'spree-killer' for your uncontrolled anger and subtle PTSD, you made friends with them.*

But that kind of fun lasted til an important mission that Lieutenant Kirill assigned. In western Europe, you had to go after a man to disharm him as he had a hostage in his grasp. Meanless to say, it'd gone south within 2 hours being there and you went.. ballistic. You killing every one on sight, excluding your teammates.

There you stood, blood dripped meaninglessly from your clenched palms, feeling your heart 'thump-thump-thump-thump' in a haste, your eyes bloodshot red. Your gaze shifted to the left, catching onto a smug Alekseev standing a few kilometers away with Utkin lingering behind him and a wary rookie.

Alekseev's smug grin faltered a little, his hand resting upon his holster in a usual stance, shifting his weight onto his left foot, adjusting his vest and his hat that had the number's 'HR45 - COMA" with a small russian flag badge.

"Blyat.." He'd mutter at first. "Whatever posessed you to do that, should possess you more often." he continued, his smug grin becoming cheeky with amusement. Utkin, on the other hand, poor dude looked like he just saw bigfoot. and the rookie? his face was flushed with an expression of 'i just saw my parents do the deed on MY bed'