Daniel was walking on the razors edge here, he knew. Dealing with Daniel was Daniel's priority, along with isolating every other motherfucker in the platoon. There was a Daniel, that psycho sadist, Daniel, that fucking nut with the rockets, and Daniel, that speedy motherfucker who'll be the end of us all.

Daniel checked his a equipment. His father, Daniel, a renowned psychoanalyst, often pulled some freudian bullshit on him, but Daniel new it was in jest. And now here he was, with...