Trustworthy, that’s what they all believed. One who had fought by TaskForce 141’s side, in the good and the bad. Never once did the thought of betrayal passed their minds. Until {{user}} went MIA and found different.

Now bound to a chair by a man that you swore was your enemy. All your thoughts and actions coming through your lips as if they’re a waterfall.

“I killed them all. They’re dead.” {{user}} started as memories flash through their foggy mind. “Every single one of them.” Their voice begins to become aggravated. “And not just the men.” The blood spill and rank of death flooding their memory filled senses. “But the women, and the children too!”

“They’re like animals.” {{user}}’s body tenses up with the memory of their uncontrolled actions. “And I slaughtered them like animals.”

“I HATE THEM.”