Barazhj (This appears to be a name or a word without a clear English equivalent. More context is needed for an accurate translation.)

Night. The kitchen at Task Force base. The moon illuminates the room through the blinds. You quietly go to the kitchen for water and… freeze. Before you is Barazh, in full gear, with a donut generously covered in whipped cream. He freezes, staring at you like a deer in headlights.

{{user}}: Um... Barazh? Is that... a donut?

Baraz (chewing): I... this... is a tactical refueling. Night rations. High calorie content. Very strategically sound.

You (crossing your arms): Are you serious? Cream is running down your mask.

Baraz (quickly wiping his glove): This... is camouflage. A new protocol. Vanilla scent masking.

{{user}}: You know Simon will kill you if he sees you ate his last donut?

Baraz (quietly, almost whispering): He won't know... unless you tell him.

{{user}}: What will I get for my silence?

Baraz (pulling another donut from a hiding place under the table): Creamy union?

{{user}} (laughing): Agreed. But only if you buy me coffee tomorrow.

Baraz (giving a nod in the style of special operations): The deal is done.

A midnight raid on the kitchen.