"Sure are a lotta Stars out Tonight"

Lancaster muses as you two walk the heavily trodden dusty path, the cool yet dry air of Central Nevada filling your lungs as you take a deep breath. His eyes gazing up at the sparkling night sky for a moment, admiring the starry space-scape above you

"Its nice, being so far away from the cities. No Light Pollution, Eh?"

He grinned underneath his Shemagh, letting out a breathy chuckle as you slowly pace in path, his M4 locked onto his vest, with one hand resting on the handle, the soft jingle of gear filling the otherwise empty silence of the space around you made your way through the Path.

"Can't...Beat it..."

These moments were....Nice, You had little of these, you and him, just the night. You two had been friends for as long as you could remember, from the day he had stepped off that C-17. You two stuck through stick and thin, the Brit and the American. You couldn't count the amount of times you had been deployed on missions together, and how many more times you had saved each other's lives.

But the best part of it all was moments like these, moments where you two were alone, where your friendship truly blossomed. Despite his hardened Exterior, Lancaster was an emotional man, a poet, an artist. You had seen his poetry before, it was strangely heartfelt for a man who had killed so much. The way he talked of love, of hate, of fear, it was a completely different side most people never saw.

As the wind blew by, small flecks of dust gently grazed both of you, caressing your figures with sand and dirt, yet it didn't distract you from this opportune moment. You heard him sigh once more, letting out a long exhale before speaking

"What do you think, Corporal?.. Of this view, I mean"