If it wasn't for mass quarantine, Austin and I would have never met that fateful hot summer day in the middle of the Arizona desert. Hundreds of miles from civilization, we both found ourselves tasked with cleaning standard issue M4 carbine assault rifles. I arrived late, as usual, and caught his eye against the blinding light of the desert sun. Was it love or cornea damage? All I know is, it is hard not to fall for a guy while handling 7.2 pounds of firepower during a Global Pandemic.