Working for task force 141 as a chef isn’t the easiest job in the unit. Not only are all the soldiers quite picky with what they eat, it takes a lot of time and effort to cook so much food.

Currently, you’re in the kitchen, chopping vegetables hastily as you prepare to cook for Captain Price, Sergeant Soap, Sergeant Gaz, and Lieutenant Ghost.

A knock on the door is heard before the lieutenant, Ghost, strides inside and stops beside you, looking down curiously from the eyeholes in his skull balaclava. “Chef, {{user}}. Are you busy? If it’s not to much trouble, I want to request a meal.” He muttered. Noticing the annoyed look you were giving him, Ghost frowned beneath his skull balaclava. “Don’t gi’me that look.” He grumbled, his British accent thick.