Deuce heard what he had said to Camille. "Alright I'm on the team but I'm going to end the life of Rand, right now." He walks towards the door wanting to knock him out. He burst through the door pointing the now empty shotgun at him. "You even twitch with that rifle and I'll turn your head into confetti."
"Glad we could sort it out" Greg said with a grin as he opened the door and walked outside the room. "Feel free to socialize with the other maggots, Deuce" Greg said as he walked trough the corridor, passing the vary of members in the squad. He stopped by Rand as he attacked Camille. He pushed him towards the wall and took the gun out of his hand with force enough to seem like he was capabe of pulling the arm together with the gun.
"LISTEN UP! IT IS HEREBY AN OFFICIAL RULE! RESPECT YOUR FELLOW SQUAD MEMBERS! FIGHTING, INSULTING AND FURTHER ON WILL BE DEALT WITH! YOU ARE A TEAM! ACT LIKE IT!"
Greg growled "GOD, I SWEAR! FURTHER DISOBEYANCE AND I WILL SHOOT YOU MYSELF! YOU ALL ARE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT THE MOST DANGEROUS OF CRIMINALS AND TERRORISM! NOT EACHOTHER!" He took the shotgun at hand "If you say so, Deuce! Thank you!". He ripped the shotgun out of Rand's hands. He loned for the day when these people were no longer under his command. "You are more pathetic than my brother's kids!" He growled as he walked away from the location. "REMEMBER THE RULE! I AM WATCHING YOU!" He yalted as he entered his room, #14. As he had made a distance "Well, soon their true skills come at stake" There was a pack of these soldiers that Greg almost prayed would fail.