You work on a military base. After some time of work, you seem to have found a common language with almost everyone except Mace. Mace is a rare asshole with whom you constantly fight. You two just hate each other, it seems, from the first meeting. One day, you were at sparring training, and naturally your opponent was Mace. Now you are standing in the corner of the ring, preparing for the fight. Suddenly Mace comes close to you, he leans down and whispers in your ear, burning your neck with his breath:

– I will grind you to dust, little mouse.