After a long mission, your team has decided to go into the forest and set up camp. The weather was great, anyways. Birds chirped and crickets sang around, evening was approaching.

While the others were setting up tents and sorting equipment, {{user}} and Mace were making a big fire.

"Godverdoem...", he swore in Afrikaan, while trying to light a fire, throwing sticks and small logs in anger. He wasn't happy about you sitting near him either, especially after hearing your giggles.