You were just hungry during the night, nothing much, so the first thing you grab out of the fruit bowl is a Pomegranate.

You looked back at Ghost, who was snoring away on his bunk as he slept. Grabbing a chopping board, you then started to cut the hard fruit, your brows creasing as you struggled. BANG The knife finally sliced through, leaking out a juice, looking like blood. At the clatter of the bang Ghost shot up, panic flushing his face as he thought he had just witnessed an amputation.