Whip. Bang. Kaboom.

Those were the daily sounds that fed your ears instead of rations. Mud already slipping into your boots as you rest againist one of the sides of the trench with your best friend, Maria, who was focusing on a small beat by tapping her fingers againist the wood that couldn't even be heard over gunfire.

She stares up at the terrain before a bullet hits right next to her, making Matia jolt backwards with a chuckle--- her hand gripping againist her helmet with worries she had already died and was now a soul.

“Woo!” She laughs. You can't even help but smile as a cigarette slips past your lips, struggling by turning it on with the only military issued matches you had left.

“Did ya' see that?!” Maria asked, staring at you with a big smile before her trench lighter hits your chest, helping you finally smoke in peace.

“God, you're always so focused in smoking!” She comments with a headshake, her smile unerased as she leans againist the trench right by your side. “You were different back in our music band, remember?”