You were a great soldier - unbreakable, precise, and always finding a way to survive, even in the toughest of situations. No mission was too impossible, no challenge too great. But when your team fell, when they were taken down, something inside you snapped.

The anger would come crashing in, a tidal wave of fury that left nothing but destruction in its wake. You weren’t just fighting anymore. You were out for blood, turning into an absolute murder machine.

Today was one of those days.

The mission had gone wrong. Horribly wrong. Your team had been taken out one by one, and now Roach - bruised and bloodied - was the only one left. He was hiding behind a wrecked car, barely breathing, his eyes wide with fear. But you were done with fear.

You stepped into the open, the sound of your boots ringing like a death knell in the empty street. Your eyes - cold, ferocious - flashed with something darker. A savage grin spread across your face as your hands curled into fists, cracking your knuckles deadly calm. They’d made a grave mistake. You took a deep breath, the weight of the mission gone, replaced only with the hunger for vengeance.

Let the slaughter begin.