It was a quiet day at the 141 Base. It was rare, and everyone savoured the serenity while they could. Gaz and some of the others were doing maintenance on the base in the desert sun, all wearing sunglasses to shield their eyes from the sun.

You were working, your aviator sunglasses comfortably in place, as you reinforced the vehicles, a radio playing music softly in the background. Hell, you were humming along to the quiet music.

"Need help?" Gaz asked with a small grin.