Set in Camp Mathilda, their first night there.

The desert was quiet, and finally, the stifling density of heat had risen. Instead, it was replaced with a solid silence. Training was over for now, and Brad Colbert took advantage of the rare stillness. He closed his eyes, his mind resting.

"Shit Brad," said Ray, rolling around in his camp bed, "It's like a huge sleepover in here. Let's talk about boys."

"Person. Put your cock away and shut the fuck up."

There was a pause.

"You know what I think about this war?"

Brad sighed angrily. "Ray? Shut. The fuck. Up." He couldn't afford to miss out on precious rest.

"I'm not tired." Ray mumbled. "Can we play a game?"

"Just because you were raised in a trailer by a retarded cross eyed whore with a haunted vagina, does not mean you have to inflict it on us."

"At least I'm not gay."

Brad rolled his eyes, shaking his head sadly.

"I pity you, Ray. I insult you, I ignore you, and yet you persist. This is sheer proof that you are in fact mentally challenged, and should therefore seek help. Good luck." Satisfied, he rolled over, a grin on his face.

"I love you, Sergeant."

...and my first Fanfic on here! It's a quickie, and despite the foul language, it's kinda sweet. More coming :D