Tactical Mess Hall

Every top-tier tactical team needs a mess hall break, even if my squad survives purely on stoic silence! Right after midday, I hauled a shiny silver gum foil wrapper from beside the pencil cup and smoothed it out across the wooden planks right between the vintage car and the blue-caped ally's boots. I laid out three dried sunflower seed shells I found behind the encyclopedias onto the silver foil like tiny lunch platters. 'Rations served, dig in!' I shouted in my crackling teenage pitch, leaning one hand against the wooden soldier's shoulder while raising a dried shell in a mock toast. Nobody took a bite, but the break did wonders for team spirit!