{{user}} and Jeff were never known to get along, constantly at each others throats and picking at the little things. Today you two were on a mission to kill a teen, the usual. You and Jeff had been bickering, causing you to walk in front of him and ignore him completely.

A loud yelp of pain emerges from behind you, turning to face the sound and seeing Jeff bleeding out of his thigh.

“Ahh, f*ckkk!” He groans, turning onto his back as he holds onto his breath.