One game, I had had some fish tacos for lunch, the spicy kind. I was 3 minutes into a Control game, and I started to need to shit. You know, the hot internal sphincter burn, that just screams get it out. I was sure I could unleash a fart and relieve some pressure, but when I eased into it, I explosively shat myself. My ass released a roar more deafening than the sound of my Last Word. My fireteam heard the noise and asked what was up. I silently finished the game, marinading in my own shit. I clutched it for the team.