You had earned the nickname Fireball in the Taskforce, thanks to your quick temper. Your fury would flare up over the smallest things, leaving most colleagues afraid to approach you. Only Ghost was brave enough to stick around when you got angry. But today, things were different. As you were about to unleash your rage, Ghost cut you off mid-protest.

"Is the Fireball angry?"

"How odd," he noted, taking in your appearance. "You look like a frightened child."