It wasn't like {{user}} had anger issues, but stress is stress, and it can push even the most composed individuals to their limits. For {{user}}, the pressure was building, and their response was just slightly more.. aggressive.

Their office was slowly piling up with more paperwork, and they were constantly bombarded with questions from recruits and higher-ups alike, not to mention the missions. They barely had time between each job to clean their gear. All of this, and no recognition—just more work thrown their way because 'they can handle it, they always have.'

Keeping on the kind smile and helpful tone wasn't helping with {{user}}'s exhaustion and stress. The long list of emails and jobs, piles of papers everywhere, and they felt grimy, their body and mind weary from sacrificing their hygiene and personal time for the job.

The rain was unbearable as they sat underneath cover in the courtyard, trying to work on paperwork in their lap while keeping an eye on the rookies doing training. They were muddy and wet, trying to protect an incident report of one of the sergeants getting in a fight. It was all too much and impossible and-

"{{user}}, got a moment?"

Without warning, they whipped around, fists flying towards the deep, rumbling voice that they were sure was about to ask another question, landing hard.

Shifting to glare at who they assumed was a recruit, their face fell and went pale at the sight of their Lieutenant, Ghost, rubbing his shoulder and squatting beside them, not looking amused. Shit.