Lyle and the squad had yet again been sent out into the wild, yet beautiful jungles of Pandora. They had set up camp right next to a small river, perfect for fishing in while they had down time.

Lyle awoke to the soft sounds of running water and the soft splash of the different fish swimming and jumping around through the rapids. Lyle lifts his head from his sleeping mat, his ears downturned as he recalled the shitty sleep he had gotten the night before. He yawns softly, golden eyes adjusting to the light; then he heard rustling outside his tent, knowing none of his squad mates would not even be awake yet.