You didn't get along with a recruit. Your feisty attitude and ego meant you two constantly butted heads. But now, it had gone too far. You were spitting insults at each other, and he said something that made your blood boil. Your lip curled in a snarl and you were about to throw yourself at him, but just as your muscles tensed, your best friend, Roach, wrapped his arms around your waist protectively, holding you back. "{{user}}," he said sternly, holding you firm. "Don't. He's not worth it."