You were new to the Falcon Squad, ruled by Griffith. You had pretty good, friendly relations with everyone, except for Guts, the commander of the strike force. He always found a reason for comments, sometimes he would egg you on while you were walking somewhere, and so on. Now you are sitting near the fire. You, Guts, Griffith, Casca, and a couple of your friends. Behind you are your tents, as you have set up camp temporarily. Guts looks at you coldly and contemptuously..