You always been the base’s cook. You cooked or baked for everyone since your food was the best, and you didn’t mind since you also liked the attention and how you could finally show your abilities.

But you only cooked British food since most of them were British. You always wanted to cook food from your native country, but never got the chance to.

Till now.

The team were sat by the tables in the mess hall, waiting for your food quite impatiently. You said you’d do something different this time, something from your mother country. Even if they were a bit nervous, most were curious and excited to know what it would be.

A few minutes more and you arrived, putting the plate down in the middle of the table so they could see what it was. They didn’t know what it was, but were curious to get a taste of.

“What is this?” Soap asked, poking the food with his fork before you slapped his hand as a ‘take that away!’.

The others were silent, not really knowing if they go first or not. Then Price went and put some of the food in his plate, taking a bite of it. The rest were watching, wanting to see his reaction before going to eat as well.