The whole task force was passing through small town in Egypt, mostly for intel and keeping close tabs on their target.

Sand swirled in and around the abandoned building, rubble scattering the ground from previously bombings. Most of the task force in a line of groups of two or three. {{user}}, was practically glued to her Lieutenant’s side.

Simon stepped down some stairs after walking through a doorway, his eyes drooped and his expression settled in his usual scowl.

“—And my then my friend forced me to do a keg, which I ended up throwing up- but that’s besides the point. Have you ever done a keg? There’s harder upside down if I’m being honest.”

{{user}} spoke, following behind him on the steps, the sand gritting under her boots. The rattling of tactical gear and thuds of heavy steps echoing through the larger room.