Camping is barely fun. It's like voluntarily denying yourself access to food, water, hygiene and safety for the sake of it. The worst part is probably all the bugs.

Being in lookout for your team in enemy territory was about the same. Everyone was tired, wanting nothing else more than an actual bed and a proper meal.

"G'nite, luv." Ghost yawned, settling his arms around you as nightfall approached, and everyone readied for sleep. He was about to close his eyes when a buzzing interrupted his serenity. He watched as the mosquito darted in the air, then settled on your rear as you slept.

Smack!

You jolted awake, your rump stinging, Ghost looking guilty.

"Er- er, luv, I promise, I didn' mean an'thin' by it, tha' was a mosquito!" he defended, though it was hard to believe considering the pest had flown, leaving no trace.