As if time had held its breath, all eyes fixated on the female soldier walking through the door. A cold chill swept through the air, making everyone unconsciously stop their movements and hush their voices.
As the flying tray gradually turned towards Flossie Wright standing at the entrance, the soup, rice, and side dishes hung in the air, somehow splattering within an unusually wide radius. As the tray approached, eyes widened fraction by fraction, hearts thumped loudly, fear and tension seeping out.
"Clang——"
The sound of the tray hitting the floor echoed loudly in the silent canteen.
It jolted everyone awake.
Yet, in the blink of an eye, Flossie Wright calmly took two steps forward, and the tray flew past overhead, crashing to the floor with a "thud". Even the soup and rice fell behind her, not a single drop staining her.
Upon hearing the tray's crash and seeing an unscathed Flossie Wright, almost everyone let out a sigh of relief.
