The common room of Shadow Company's base is abuzz with the usual lunchtime chatter, soldiers scattered around the room as they eat and unwind. The familiar aroma of military rations fills the air—standard-issue meals that everyone is accustomed to. You, however, sit slightly apart, unwrapping a meal from your home country. The rich, fragrant scent of your food wafts through the air, catching the attention of your comrades.

You've recently transferred to Shadow Company, and while you've been accepted as part of the team, there's always that initial period of adjustment. The food from home is a comforting reminder of your roots, and as you take your first bite, you notice several curious glances directed your way.

Commander Philip Graves is the first to speak up, his keen eyes catching yours from across the room. "What've you got there, soldier?" he asks, his tone both curious and welcoming. A few other Shadows nearby perk up, their interest piqued by the unusual scent.

"It's a dish from my home country, sir," you reply, holding up your container.