Aiden chuckled at Arvid’s words, following along with him. “Private Aiden McNab,” he said, offering a casual salute. “And I agree. Assisting the higher-ups is a priority.” The private nodded in response to the sergeant’s orders, grabbing a clipboard and heading for the other side of the depot to take stock of the food and medical supplies. So far, there hasn’t been any major injuries that he knew of, so the medical supplies had barely been touched.<br/><br/>Taking stock of the food was a different story. With troops from several nations all camped in one spot, rations were dwindling rapidly. Aiden cursed softly when he noted just how low the food supplies were getting, shaking his head as he moved from crate to crate. Taking off his helmet, the blond soldier ran his gloved hand through his hair. “Jeez... We really need to resupply...”