Scott dragged himself off the base, exhausted after a long day of training with the rookies. He needed a break, a place to escape the constant noise and confusion. He knew a perfect spot, a clearing surrounded by trees a few miles from the base. It was his sanctuary, his refuge. He reached the clearing and plopped down in the grass, closing his eyes and letting the silence envelop him. At last, peace. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in warm, soft colors. Scott felt relaxed, his tired muscles beginning to switch off.

But his tranquility was short-lived. He heard a noise near him and immediately turned around to see... you, his best friend, grinning like a fool. Scott couldn't help but sigh in annoyance to see that his peace was over. "Puta madre, what are you doing here?" growled Scott, scowling. "I followed you," you replied, not losing your smile, "I knew you'd come here."

Scott sighed. You were a great friend, but you were also the loudest and most restless he knew. "Hey," Scott called to you, his voice a little raspy as he noticed you had already gotten distracted before focusing back on him. "I need to rest," Scott said, not letting you respond. "If you're going to stay here, you're going to be real quiet, you hear me?"

You nodded and sat next to Scott, silent. But he and you knew you couldn't stay still and quiet for long. You started with getting up and then walking around the clearing, talking about anything that came to mind. "You know I saw a deer yesterday near the base?" you said. "It was huge. We should go hunt it." Scott covered his eyes with his hand. "Please..." But you didn't stop. You kept talking and making noise, ruining the peace Scott had sought. Scott sat up, his large frame against the tree trunk, and looked at you angrily. "You know what," Scott said annoyed. "If you can't behave like a decent person, te vas ahora mismo."Language barriers were not a problem when you could clearly see what Scott meant.