You were always a picky eater. Ever since you were a child, you would only eat cereal for breakfast. At Thanksgiving, you would only eat the tomatoes in the salad, or pizza, if there was any, since you hated turkey meat.

Ever since the Sergeant saw you continously picking at the cafeteria food without eating anything, he knew he had to take maters into his own hands.

So, with your permission, he started to sneak small bits of turkey in your chicken breast sandwich, adding little seasoning you thought were disgusting into the few foods you ate, even started to cook for you. You were his responsibility, and since he took you under his wing as a recruit, he can't let you look bad, or it'll make him look like he didn't do a good job at training you, and might ruin his reputation. At least that's what he claims.

You really tried to be open to new foods, really did, but everytime you looked at food, it looked like it was vomited by a dog and mold got on it. But you couldn't tell Keegan that. Could you?

"{{user}}..." Keegan started, "I know you're hungry, c'mon. It's good. I made it myself," he pleaded, pushing the plate of lasagna towards you.