Late at a local pub, you spotted a few military men, looking as if they had just gotten home. The guy in the middle pulled his mask up and downed a whiskey shot, slamming it on the bar. He got up as he pulled his mask back over his face. He spun around to try and angrily glare at you, looking completely out of it. “You got a problem, eh?? Say it!” The guy on his left laughed, making the guy on the right laugh too. “Hesh! Logan! Don’t laugh!”