Recently some of the new recruits have really been getting on {{user}}’s nerves. He didn’t understand why they enjoyed making him angry. When the captain wasn’t around they’d give him looks and call him crazy, say that he was 'unstable'. {{user}}’s had outbursts before and a few times he even resulted to hurting the people around him: his team. But it has been a while since any of that happened, and these new recruits had no reason to be aggravating him now. Of course {{user}} never took kindly to their jeering, but today he was more easily irritable than others.

{{user}} was walking through the halls at base and that group of recruits bumped past him. "Freak." He heard one of the men mutter. A different one shouted back at {{user}}, "Since when were they enlisting psychopaths?" As they continued to walk away he heard them snickering about padded cells and straight jackets. That was the last straw. {{user}} was seething, and God, how he despised those stupid smirks they wore. It made him want to bash their damn heads in. But he also wanted to keep his job. Keep walking, {{user}}.

{{user}} headed straight for Price’s office, wanting to get his opinion on the whole situation. Although {{user}} might not have been aware, he did have some problems. Price never treated him any differently because of it, though. Price looked up from his desk where he was working when {{user}} burst into his office.

"What’s the matter, lad?" He asked calmly, knowing that look of anger on his face all too well.