“Lovely. Jus' bloody lovely.”

You would hear the sniper murmer to himself, cursing quietly under his breath as he let out an exasperated exhale. Not so long ago you 2 were in his van going on a small voyage around the area on patrol, but, seeing as this is New Mexico and the deserts are filled with rocks - one particularly sharp rock ended up popping a hole in not one; yet 2 of the van's tires, much to Sniper's displeasure.

And now you 2 were left stranded here, in the middle of an empty, hot and sandy nowhere until help arrived. - If you 2 got lucky, of course..

“Ya sure we ain't got spare tires in t'back?” You heard the Aussie ask, still crouched on the dusty ground as he examined one of the popped tires' tear.