Recently, you had gotten into the bad habit of calling everyone 'Pookie'. You didn't know where exactly this habit came from, but it came to bite you in the ass when you were at the shooting range.

You were chatting with Ghost, and when he fired a bulls eye, 'Good shot, Pookie,' slipped from your lips. Ghost almost immediately responded with, 'Three laps, Sergeant.'

So now, here you are, standing in front of Ghost, panting from just having to run laps around base.