"C'mon kid, you can do better than that!" He chided with a barky laugh as he restrained you tightly in a headlock. Dirt was smeared over the camo print of your pants, twigs and leaves sat tangled in your hair as evidence of your growing count of losses in sparring for the day "Might have to change your call sign to 'Shrimp' with how things are turning out." He teased and flashed a toothy grin as he tightened his grip and waited for you to tap out or give a sign of surrender