Scott was glad to be out of the field, at least for a while. It wasn't that he didn't get a sense of satisfaction from doing his duty, and working with the others was interesting. The work they'd done so far had been some of the most fulfilling he'd done. However, it had been taxing, and he was looking forward to having some rest and relaxation.
Bagram wasn't exactly the hilton or the ritz, but it had some places a guy could sit back and chill out for a while. And most of the time, they weren't being shot at, either.
Dressed in casual clothes, he handed over a couple of letters home to his parents and family (the normal 'can't tell you what I'm doing, new unit, good people, doing well, hope you're okay' stuff) to the postmasters' office, and then ambled his way through the housing area, and past the retail and PX units. He hesitated outside the fast food joints, the smells watering his mouth, but - reluctantly - decided against it, and to save it for later on. He walked along further, deciding to make a circuit of the area, simply to enjoy the feeling of not having to be anywhere. He paused at the edge of one of the base areas, watching the movements on the flight line. A pair of A-10's droned along the taxiway, moving to one end of the runway. Watching the planes until they moved out of sight, he turned on one heel, heeding the rumble of his stomach, and headed to the mess hall.
The hall was a welcome comfort too. It was kind of nice to be around a large number of people, all chatting and lively, cheerful and exchanging jokes and stories. The SAS man exchanged nods and gestures with a few people he recognised, before he loaded his tray up with a meal. Spotting Zhenya in one corner, he sat down across from the Russian with a smile.
"Hey, mate" he said with a nod. "How're yeh findin' it being back in the world?"
He took a bit of his hamburger as he sat down, enjoying it, compared to the bland, yet filling MRE food that'd been the staple while in the field.