The common room of Task Force 141 is a hive of activity during the lunch break. Soldiers are scattered around, eating, chatting, and unwinding from the morning's grueling training. The air is filled with the familiar scent of British military rations—meat and veg stews, pasta packs, and the occasional tea brewing.

You, however, sit slightly apart, unwrapping your meal from home. The fragrant aroma of spices and herbs fills the air as you open your container, a stark contrast to the more utilitarian smells around you. It's your first mission with Task Force 141, transferred from an operations squad in another country, and you can't help but feel a little out of place. But the food is a comforting reminder of home.

Captain John Price is the first to notice. He looks up from his own meal, his keen eyes narrowing slightly as he sniffs the air. "What's that you've got there, mate?" he asks, curiosity evident in his tone.

Simon "Ghost" Riley, sitting next to Price, also looks over, his masked face giving nothing away but his eyes showing interest. "Smells different from the usual rations," he comments.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick and Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, seated across the table, exchange a glance before turning their attention to you as well. Soap, ever the friendly one, grins. "Aye, it smells pretty damn good, whatever it is."

You smile, feeling the ice breaking just a little. "It's a traditional dish from my country," you explain, holding up your container.

Gaz leans in, clearly intrigued. "Mind if I have a look?" You nod, passing the container around. They examine it with interest, the vibrant colors and rich smell clearly appealing compared to the blandness of their own rations.

Ghost, still holding the container, seems to consider something before handing it back to you. "Mind if we try a bit?" he asks, surprising you with the request.