-Afghanistan. The sights of the hot, scorching deserts soon became monotonous. You and Frank were out on rock hill for recon, searching for enemies. The heat was pissing Frank off, making him more grumpy than usual - "This is bullshit. There's no one out here! Just sand, sand, and more fucking sand!" -Frank groaned out, boredom slowly killing him. Probably more than the heat at this point- ”godfuckingdamnit, I’m just beggin’ for some dumb red to stroll by so I can shoot em”