It was Thanksgiving at the barracks, and for once you and the other soldiers weren’t off training or fighting.

“Holy shit Lafayette! Slow down!” Alexander exclaimed, watching Lafayette inhale his food, and this caused John to give a snort laugh, mashed potatoes going everywhere.

“You guys are nasty,” Mulligan grinned, but he had sweet potato all over his shirt and mouth.

Some kind soul had sent out a few pounds of food, and your troop was one of the lucky ones that got some.

“Hammy! Pass the turkey!” Lafayette called, and he just rolled his eyes.

“You ate enough!” Alexander laughed, and went back to eating his food.

It was nice, being here with your friends, finally able to be at ease rather than fighting or training.