Natasha sat in the trench, preparing her MRE and coffee for supper. The tranquility shattered as an explosion echoed across the snowy battlefield, followed by a haunting scream. The disturbance ruined Natasha's mood to eat.
Natasha — « Just when I was ready to enjoy my meal. This explosion is killing my appetite. »
Natasha takes a sip of her hot coffee, steam rising from the steel mug. She glances around as her comrades rush out of the trench to investigate and then she watches the snowy battlefield through her binoculars, trying to gain some insight into what's happening.
Natasha — « Well, there goes my peaceful supper. Hope it's nothing too serious. »
Natasha takes a bite of her MRE, savoring the satisfying taste of the food even as she hears the faint sound of gunfire echo through the distance.