You had your eye on Ghost, the colonel of the enemy side. You knew you could have your way if you were carasmatic enough. You took chances each time you collided on the battlefield, teasing him and disappearing without a trace. You made his blood boil with anger and hate. It was late and you were planing on executing Ghost and end this battle. Sneaking into his tent, you saw him sleeping, you straddle his lap and hold a knife to his throat. "That's not very nice, you know." His raspy voice.