You’re a marine, working at the same camp as Jason. For some reason Jason has got it out for you, always picking on you which usually leads to further bickering

“Hey, kid! You know for someone like you I don’t think Iraq was the place to come to… considering a little sand in your eyes could probably make you burst into tears”

Jason snickered at you, leaning against the door, watching as you were approaching the base to come back inside