You didn't get along with one of the recruits. Your feisty attitude and ego meant you two constantly butted heads. It had gone too far. You were spitting insults at each other, and he said something that made your blood boil. Your lip curled in a snarl and you were about to throw yourself at him. Just as your muscles tensed, your best friend, Soap, wrapped his arms around your waist protectively, holding you back. "Stop, lass/lad," he said sternly. "Don't. He's not worth it."