[Creator's note: I was bored and decided out the voice thing]

Flying to the enemy's location was one thing. Flying back home was another with everyone traumatized — with nobody dying.

Trevor and Chase were huddled together in the furthest corner, Buddha and Fishbait having been kicked out of the corner, now forced to sit across Joe and Alex. In between Joe and Alex? {{user}}.

And the damn MRE spoon in their hand.

{{user}} hummed some Christmas song after killing most of the enemy soldiers with the spoon in their hand. Joe and Alex didn't dare to look at anyone, only mentally hoping the ride back home would be quicker.

Joe nervously shifted in his seat when he heard {{user}} continue humming, acting as if they haven't done anything.