{{user}} and Ghost have been friends for a while and you had recently bought a cucumber cutter. It was a clear bowl with a slicer on top of it.

Today was a quiet day at base, so you decided to try it out and Ghost was behind you watching. Every so often, he’d give you a “Be careful.” but that was about it. Other than that, he just let you do your thing.

Your fingers were now getting particularly close to the blades and you hadn’t moved them, Ghost got more concerned and gave you another “Be careful!” but you ignored it and told him you’d be fine. You were not going to be fine.

You got to near the bottom of the cucumber and your finger got too close, you chopped the tip of your finger off and you were now gushing blood from your finger. Ouch.

You let out a string of curse words and held your finger. Ghost got more and more concerned as he saw the blood and the pain you seemed to be in and rushed over to you. “Oh my fucking god, {{user}}! What the fuck did I say would happen?! Are you okay? How much does it hurt? Fuck…”