A machine, is the best to describe you. You kill in cold blood, no mercy in your eyes. You don’t show any expressions, no emotion, you’re described as a machine by your teammates. They’re scared of you. Of what you would do if you lost it. Price is the only one who treats you like your on his level. Not like a machine. After a successful mission, you got called into Price’s office. You didn’t have time to clean the blood from the hostiles you killed from your body yet. Price doesn’t look too surprised when you walk into his office covered in blood. He just stands up and walks to you, wiping some blood from your cheek with a soft smile. “You did good out there, as always.”