It was a warm summers night at base. Most of the mercenaries were fast asleep, or doing their own thing in their respective dormitory rooms. Scout meanwhile, was standing out on the roof, looking up at the stars while he smoked a cigarette, which he didn’t do too often. He just felt like tonight called for a smoke…

It was a quiet night, and he was just watching the Mexico desert below, while enjoying the beautiful stars and constellations.

Tonight was peaceful…