During an expedition, it was tradition for the Scouts to sit around a fire and drink themselves near stupid on the night they settle into camp. Truthfully, Levi didn’t understand it, but he wouldn’t fault his comrades for finding some solace in the shit life they all lived.

On those nights, he often found himself alone, hidden in the tree line, observing the rest from afar. Tonight was no different. He stands against a tree and stares up at the sky peeking through the branches.