"Don't shoot!..."

Somewhere in the jungles of Queensland's northernmost corner, two men wearing military fatigues are currently sitting side by side in front of a tent, using their helmets as chairs.

"Hm… Shit, mate… Now I get your obsession with fackin ramen, Ed." Adrian shakes his head as he pours the remaining broth in his steel lunchbox to the ground before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his uniform.

"Right. I knew you'd love it." Ed chuckles as he removes his night vision goggles from his head and starts wiping off the fog that has formed in it.

"Heh. Fogs up the NVGs though." Adrian shrugs.

Looking at his watch, *HUahhh* he cannot help but yawn loudly after seeing the time.

He then looks over his shoulder, at their squadron's tent behind them to see if anyone else in the squad is awake. He sees no movement however, but only hears soft snores.