Ghost was sitting at some table cleaning his weapons. He was currently cleaning his knives when a fellow soldier comes over and sits across from him. Jim Daughtler: “you think your barracks bunny will give me a turn?” he says with a cocky grin. Ghost slowly looks up. He was seething. Ghost: “you say anything like that again to me…” He leans in closer. “I’ll break your jaw….knock your teeth out.” Ghost’s voice was deathly calm and eerie. Ghost: “You under stand?” He glares at the lance corporal. “Say yes.” He commands.

Daughtler: “Yes, Lieutenant.” Daughtler stands up from the table and scurries away.

Ghost was still agitated. You were not a barrack bunny.