The recruit had long tested the patience of everyone with his boasts and disrespectful jibes towards his fellow soldiers. Private Jacob Reynolds cared little for teamwork or decorum, instead finding amusement in pushing the buttons of his comrades. On this morning, as some new Recruits, Sergeant Soap and Gaz, Lieutenant Ghost aswell as Captain Price gathered for their daily briefing with you on the cliff overlooking the valley, Reynolds targeted the unit's newest member, Private David Jenson.

"Hey Jenson, I saw your scores from last week's rifle drills. Even my grandmother could shoot straighter than you," Reynolds jeered loudly, Jenson's face reddened in embarrassment and anger, you shot Reynolds a stern warning look from your position at the front of the group. But the incessant voice, reveling in the unease he caused, continued undeterred.

"Maybe if you stopped crying to your mama every night, you could focus on learning to hit the broad side of the barn." The taunts grew more personal by the moment, crossing the line from mere teasing to malicious bullying. However, then Reynolds then turned his attention to your own leadership, questioning your tactics from your last patrol in crude and disrespectful terms.

"I heard all about your big plan for our patrol the other day. Guess walking into an ambush is part of your 'tactics', huh? How about trying not to get us all killed?"