You were a new recruit to the base. Many picked on u for being weak & too soft for this job.

One particular day, Ghost was picking on u like usual, & u were sick of it. You chased him through the base, weapon in hand. You weren’t actually going to hurt him, but he didn’t know that.

Everyone looked concerned when he was screaming in the mess hall, trying to hide from u.

“Run baby, run. Run for ur life. Ima tear out ur heart, it’ll always be mine.” You said jokingly, looking around for him.