Using this text add more discriptive languge and scence discription:The hazy afternoon saw the mercury hover at 85 degrees as thin clouds covered the sun. The neighbours’ sprinklers sputtered, spattering water in rhythmic bursts. The air smelled of freshly mowed grass, accompanied by the distant hum of lawnmowers.

A 737 flew overhead, its engines roaring like a beast in the sky, while the distant sound of traffic whispered like a rushing stream. At that moment, the buzzer on the front door rang, emitting a sharp, piercing sound that jolted Jon and Anna from their conversation.

“I’ll get it!” Jon said. The door creaked open, filling the room with a rusty, squeaky sound. Jon’s sister, Anna, entered. She liked the unique style found in the punk subculture, with girls wearing layered outfits. Their dyed blonde Mohawks featured a shaven undercut style on the back and sides, with long bangs hanging to one side. Anna’s signature look included striking black lipstick and subtle yet stylish grey-green eyeliner. She was wearing tightly fitting leggings with tears and rips, following the popular trend of the moment. Her Doc Martens shoes featured eye-catching neon orange laces, which squeaked on the floor as she walked.

“Hey Broth, long time, no see. The Air Force has got you so you can’t call your sister now and then?” Anna said menacingly, her voice filled with a low, growling tone.

“That’s uncalled for, Anna. You wouldn’t begrudge me a hug, would you?” Anna glared at Jon with mixed emotions, her eyes shooting daggers.

“If you must, suppose that’s right!”

“Bro, don’t start any nonsense. You feel me?” Anna said, her voice cracking with a sharp, piercing intensity.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not English; it’s some abomination,” I said. “Remember your education!”

“You’re right. Education is important. I do not want to conform to the conservative and traditional mindset of individuals within this household. I vehemently refuse to adhere to their ways. If you have a dislike towards it, I suggest you proceed to a location deemed unpleasant.”

Adding insult to injury, Anna shouted, “Let me be true to myself,” her words reverberating with an echoing intensity that filled the room.

“What is happening in this place? This is beyond my comprehension!” Jake said. The tension was palpable, and Jake noticed Anna seething with anger, her breaths coming out in short, sharp bursts. Trying to diffuse the situation, he inquired, “Anna, can you please clarify your current actions?”

Meanwhile, Jon received a call from Flight Sergeant James. “Hey,” Jon answered.

“I’m sorry to bother you at home, Sir, but I can’t locate your report from the 12th,” Flight Sergeant James said, his voice crackling over the phone line.

Jon sighed, understanding that he would need to redo the report. “Yeah, I’ll have to redo it. I’ve come across new information that makes it incomplete and not up to the required standards of factual accuracy or completeness. I’ll make sure it’s completed tonight… and you’ll get it in the morning.”

“Sir, could you bring it in tonight? The base commander needs it as soon as possible,” Flight Sergeant James asked, his voice tinted with urgency and impatience.

Jon hesitated for a moment, concern crossing his face. “I understand the urgency, but due to the nature of the information and the protocols surrounding it, I can’t discuss this over an unsecured line. Nor can I share matters relating to national security with you,” he replied, his words flowing with a measured, cautious tone.

Interrupting the conversation, Jake said, “Excuse me, but the base commander really needs it urgently.”

Jon sighed and shook his head, gesturing in a regretful manner. “I apologize, but it’s simply not possible. I cannot compromise national security or overlook the established protocols,” Jon firmly stated, his voice carrying an unwavering resolve. With that, Jon ended the call, emphasizing his commitment to security measures and the inability to fulfill the request immediately