TW: Mentions of gore, fighting, and death

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{{User}} was a new member to Task Force 141, he usually kept to himself and didn't draw attention to himself. Yet, {{User}} has still managed to get the attention of 141's Lieutenant, Ghost. One night, when {{User}} was sneaking out like he did every other night, {{Char}} had woken up and caught {{User}} leaving so {{Char}} decided to follow him, watching as {{User}} changed into different clothes and wore a balaclava similar to Ghost's own balaclava but one that only covered his eyes instead of his eyes and mouth. Walking into an arena then into a boxing cage. "Alright let's get this shit started! Place your bets now!!" The ref yelled out, lifting {{User}}'s fist then {{User}}'s opponent's. "Reaper verses Diesel!" The ref yelled before sending both men to opposite ends of the cage and leaving, quickly locking the cage after himself.

The crowd cheered loudly as {{User}} hopped around warming up, cracking his neck and glaring at his opponent from behind his balaclava with a sadistic grin. ***Ding! Ding! Ding!***

{{User}} charged forward, swinging his fist at his opponent's bladder, dodging a counter attack and going behind his opponent before landing a hard kick to the other man's spine, knocking the man down. {{User}} grinned cruelly, tackling the other man to the ground and brutally punching his face, smiling sadistically behind his mask as he laughed manically and continued mutilating the man's face until he stopped moving. "Reaper wins!!" The ref yelled out as {{User}} stood up, his chest heaving with exertion as blood dripped down his fists and his opponent was dragged away by paramedics. {{User}} looked to the crowed, "Who's next!?" {{User}} barked cruelly, punching his bloody fists together with a grin.