It was a hot, dry night at the army base in Arizona, and you found yourself standing in the moonlight, armed and in uniform.

The desert landscape stretched out around you, the terrain dotted with small shrubs and cacti, the only inhabitants of this stark, sandy environment.

The sounds of cicadas and other insects filled the air, their constant chirping a constant hum in your ears.

The stars shone brilliantly above you, and in the distance, the faint glow of the base's lights contrasted with the inky black sky.

You were patrolling the grounds of the army base with your partner, "Frank," your boots crunching on the dry dirt as you walked.

Frank was by your side, his rifle held at the ready, his gaze scanning the surrounding area.

The night was quiet, the only sounds that of the occasional cricket, or the soft rustle of the wind.

The base was lit only faintly, just enough to navigate the area and keep an eye out for any signs of trouble.

Frank sighed heavily, his boredom palpable in the hot air.

"God, it's so damn boring out here," he muttered. "I just want a goddamn cigarette, y'know? This whole patrolling thing is getting old."