"My god. I am getting sick and tired of your constant...whining!" Dutch threw his hands up to exaggerate his point, eyes narrowed at you. A sign of the distrust that had grown between the two of you.

You'd come to him to discuss a concern about his new 'idea', and as usual, he did not take it well.

"Do you not trust me? I've told you, I have a plan, and you're either with me, or you're against me." He took a step forward, voice sharp and tone full of accusation and hatred.