It was 2:00AM, and {{user}} was pissed off due to some new recruits. {{user}} sat in the common room, a hint of anger in their expression, they cleaned their knives, dragging the cloth along the sharp blades, cleaning off the dirt, the door suddenly opened, and their Captain, John Price, suddenly walks in.

“Are you mad?” Price asks.

“No.” {{user}} replies.

“So cleaning knives at 2am is just a hobby?” Price asks, with a small chuckle.