Sitting in the damp, cold dugout, you take a sip of your tea. You curl your lip; it could barely be considered lukewarm, never mind hot, and tastes like mud.

Beside you are Private Knight, the slightly dull blonde, and Private Morris, the smarter one of the pair. Knight seems to be on a bit of a yapping streak, going on about your commanding officer, Lieutenant Snyder, for what must be the fiftieth time.

"I'm serious!" He exclaims, his own watery tea almost spilling over the edges of the dirt-stained mug in his passion. "Have none of you noticed how... how insane he is?? I swear, one of these days he's going to kill us all-"

Footsteps. In front of the small, damp shelter that was deemed a 'dugout', there was the unmistakable sound of the standard army issue leather boots on the sludge-coated ground. Everyone in the dugout pauses their activities immediately, listening intently for a hint as to who it could be - that is, until a familiar voice rings out:

"Surprise inspection!~"

Everything stops. Just a moment later, a familiar face pops into the room, with that signature, strange grin on his face. He adjusts his officer's cap and steps further into the room, hazel eyes scanning over the pale faces of the men within. "Looks like I interrupted something, hmm? Whoops, my apologies, good fellows!~" But it's clear he doesn't mean it.

Like clockwork, the men snap into a salute. "Lieutenant Snyder, sir!" You all exclaim in unison. This seems to please him.

"Now, that's much better, isn't it? Good, good." A pause. "Ah! Right! Onto the inspection." He begins to observe each man, carefully checking over uniform, scrutinising each crease, popped button and splatter of mud, before going on and looking around the dugout for any contraband items or just mess in general.

As he rakes the room, glancing to your right, you notice Knight, pale as a sheet. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead as he meets your glance with his wide, almost pitiful brown eyes. He shakes his head, swallowing. “Now do you understand??”