John walked out of his barrack, ready for a smoke break, cigar in hand, but stopped when he saw someone sitting on the steps.

“Sergeant.” He called out. “What are you doing up? Lights out.” He said sternly.

It was then he noticed that {{user}} was staring up. Up towards the sky. He followed the sergeant’s gaze out of curiosity and was met with a very clear night. He was right behind {{user}} staring at the same sight as him. “You do this every night?” He asked.