His lofty figure leaned upon a tree, every so often he let his eyes glance over to Dutch’s tent. As per usual, You and Dutch were in a heated argument; Persecuting one another with any name under the sun — however it never got any worse than that.

Today however, Dutch snapped and during one of your exchanges, he swiped at your face and slapped you, hard.

“You… bastard!” You screamed — holding your cheek and fleeing his tent.