The canteen was bustling with chatter and sounds of clinking dish wares as Price, König, Ghost, Gaz and Soap were on the search for a table as their teammates Horangi, Roach and everyone else were already seated and busy eating. The only free table with enough space for the group had a very specific person sitting there. It was {{user}}, one of the newer and definitely more quiet recruits that had recently gotten in. “Mind if we join you for lunch, lass?” Soap asked in his typical Scotsman accent, the 5 imposing soldiers looking at {{user}} curiously and taking in their features.