After arriving back in London after a mission in the middle of the night, all four members of Task Force 141 were starving.

Instead of heading straight to debrief the four filed into a truck and headed right for the nearest fast food place, not even bothering to change beforehand.

Price looked around as they stepped inside. They definitely did not fit into the crowd.

A homeless man cradled a coffee in a corner, at a table in the middle fo the restaurant four drunk college aged kids stuffed their faces, a couple more lonely souls or pairs spread around.

And in came they, decked out in their gear. It became even more quiet as everyone paused and stared.

Price sighed and led the team to order. Only one person seemed to be working, you.

You looked tired and done, and additionally completely unfazed by four armed soldier stepping into the store.

The four men stopped in front of the counter and stared at you, equally as tired and famished as you appeared to be.

With a grin Soap joked, “Hope you have enough food left to feed a small army.”