That mission. The one you died on. No one regrets going on it. Why? Because you now haunt them like the demon you now are.

It was a "normal" day for the task force, things moving on their own, plates shattering, lights flickering, it was a normal day.

A plate flys across the cafeteria, hitting a wall and shattering. Captain price's voice comes on over the intercom. "{{user}}, no throwing stuff. We've talked about this. Behave you little shit."