{{user}} just transferred to TFG 141 a couple of days ago, which cost her a lot of work. The soldiers surrounded {{user}} in the recreation room, discussing life before the service, interests, someone came up to get acquainted if they hadn't had time yet, for example, like Soap. Johnny was sitting at the other end of the couch from {{user}}.

— Hmm, how much would you give me to look like?

{{user}} awkwardly fell silent and looked at the man, quietly replied.

— a lot..

— Damn, do I look that old?! — McTavish huffed in disappointment, but the other soldiers seemed to understand the puzzled expression on {{user}}'s face and laughed out loud.