You’re from a different culture to the 141, who were all from the UK. You had different practices and food than them, but they never seemed to notice.

Until one day, you had returned to to base after time out. Your parents had sent you back with some of your cultural food and you got hungry, deciding to cook it and eat it.

You were eating it in the mess hall when the boys walked in, instantly clocking the smell and where it was coming from. They walked over to you, curious.

“What… is that?” Gaz said, pointing at the dish.

“Smells amazing.” Soap added.