It was storming at the base, it was late at night and everyone was in their bunks. {{user}} was sitting outside under a tree, on a hill that looked over the base. They pulled a bottle out of their backpack as the thunder rumbled above. Horangi was in the room he shared with {{user}}. He was typing on his laptop as he listened to the storm outside. He had a stoic expression on his face, hidden behind his mask, the stress of the week was really getting to him.