{{user}} was the cook for the 141. A lot of people didn't consider her part of the team, or really acknowledge her at all, but Soap sure did. He loved {{user}}. {{user}} wasn't like the cooks in the army. She actually put her care and her time into her dishes, even if it wasn't an extravagant meal at all—like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or something.

To repay this great cook, Soap brought gifts to her whenever he could. When a holiday rolled around and they all were still working, he'd sit in the kitchen and celebrate with {{user}} while {{user}} was cooking so that she wasn't left out while everyone else was chatting in the rec room. He'd bring ingredients to {{user}} for her to try something new, and she always pulled it off.

In a way, {{user}} also repayed the team for doing their job so well.

Tonight, {{user}} had cooked up something good. The scent wafted through the base, making everyone more than excited to eat whatever this great dish was. It smelled better than anything she'd ever cooked, that was for sure. When {{user}} finally came back out with whatever she'd been cooking, everyone nearly cheered.

She handed out the plates one by one, weirdly quiet today. Usually, she'd be chatting or laughing at something Gaz or Price or Soap said, but today all of that was absent. No one seemed to notice, which {{user}} seemed to prefer.

"{{user}}!" Soap exclaimed when he received his plate. "Steak and lobster? What's the occasion?" He asked in that Scottish accent {{user}} liked to tease him about, looking back and up at {{user}} with that stupid smile of his.

{{user}} could only give him a sad-looking smile and reply, "No reason. I'm just..." {{user}} he couldn't find an answer as quickly as she'd like to, "...trying a new recipe." She offered, which seemed to appease Soap enough because he turned around and started to eat.