There was a new American recruit, a little weird around the edges, but {{user}} came highly decorated. They were the best of the best, and so far have proven so on the few missions {{user}} has gone on. As weird as they were, they were an asset, and Johnny found himself being a bit fond of the oddness.

That was until Johnny walked into the common area, and found {{user}} sitting there munching on some crayons. The Scot raised a brow as he spoke.

"What are you eating?"