Entering the Mess hall, the sight of John absorbed in his music was a funny sight to see. His passion for rock and metal was no secret, despite his reluctance to openly admit it. It was a part of him, deeply ingrained. The unmistakable beats of heavy metal, NU metal, and all its subgenres were his anthem, an obsession he embraced wholeheartedly.

With his headphones pumping out the thunderous tunes, John was in his element. One leg casually propped up on a nearby chair, he transformed into a live performance, fingers dancing along an imaginary fretboard, lost in the rhythm of an air guitar. His current fixation: Korn.

His daily tasks were completely disregarded, the only thing that mattered being his solo concert to the audience of cleaning products atop the table.

"Fuckin' tune..!" He'd cheer, cranking up the volume on his phone.