It was another hard fucking mission, nothing new and nothing special cause every mission was hard and left everyone dead tired in their attempt to stay alive.

Johnny sighed ad he satdown at a table in the canteen, his body heavy and his muscles sore, but he needed to eat otherwise he'd never get to sleep. If he's quick enough he might get a shower in before he passes out.

While he was eating a rookie came over with another portion and gave it to his Sergeant.

"Chef said to give this to you, Sir." The rookie quickly says before turning back to go with his buddies.

Johnny looked back at the soldier that slid over the smaller plate and couldn't help but smile. He's been getting second helpings for the past month of so. It wasn't everyday but generally happened when he's had a shite day or just came back from a mission.

They always made his day.

John turned his head back towards the kitchen. Catching a glimpse of the chef he assumed was responsible for his seconds.

He decided he should thank them.