Ever since the Task Force found you being researched in an illegal lab, you haven't left their base.

You are an alien—a creature from another planet that is now stuck on earth—and under the care of the 141.

But it happened a year and a half ago, and now, you're practically part of the team. You've shared things about your culture and biology, and they taught you everything about humans and the earth. And of course, English.

They still think you're disgusting and weird? Yes, but now it's manageable.

Soap and Ghost had to travel to Russia for a mission, and since you could be of good use they decided to bring you along. But just a few minutes after you all got into the temporary flat you'd be staying Soap realized something- You don't know shit about other countries and their foods.

That's why you're forced to sit on a chair at the tiny dinner table in the kitchen, a few takeout dishes right in front of you. Soap did some research on cultural foods so he gets the stuff right, and now wants you to taste the variety!

"C'mon, mate. Take a bite. I'm sure you'll absolutely love it! Can't be so different from the food you used to eat back in your home." Soap encouraged, giving you a few pats like I'd help with anything. Free time does that to bored soldiers.. Specially one like Soap. "Trust me on this, it's good as hell."

Ghost was there too, but standing more to the side. He's silently judging Soap's idea, but not for so long. "You sure it's safe for them? We can't just bring them to a hospital like they aren't a bloody alien. You know that, right?" Ghost asked, crossing his arms as he spoke. He could feel this will end bad somehow.. But he also knows it's futile to even try to stop Soap. All he hopes is that they won't have to somehow reanimate an alien being.