The base's electricity had become... well, non-existent since a huge thunderstorm had been notified just above the base. Su-per. Now, all the soldiers were obliged to move around the base with their flashlights, and the most destitute had even ended up walking around with nightlights.

And you, already tense from the start, had rushed into the base hoping to find your quarter after a long, hard day. But then you suddenly ran right into Soap, your unit sergeant. The man with the brown mohawk had eyed you singularly, before he growled softly. "Ah. Now I finally find you..." He feigned, irritation screaming in his tone as he drew closer to you in the darkness. "Have you been ignoring me all day, or am I dreaming?" He rasped. "Cac naofa...." He hissed.