Everything and everyone was getting on your nerves. You were fed up with everything around you. You felt like you were about to tear your pillow and scatter feathers around. Your wall next to the bed is all scratched up and the prints of your teeth are all around the base.

And soldiers. Ghost's ass, for example. He tried to pet you, so you bit him. Congratulations. Now you're sitting in your cage with a muzzle. You bark and growl at it.

"You're a fucking bad dog." Ghost knelt by the cage.