<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name</strong>:Timothy Holt<br/><strong>Location</strong>:USS Anchorage<br/><strong>Summary</strong>:Walking to mess hall<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:All</div><br/>Timothy scooped up a portion of what he had to assume was breakfast (he got it from the canteen at least) and shoved it in his mouth, immediately regretting it. It had the consistency of watery porridge and the taste vaguely reminiscent of card.<br/>His old squad leader through boot used to joke that you cold enjoy it if you didn't imagine it having the same texture as snot. He'd then laugh slap them on the back and say in his cheery voice "Its good for you, enjoy it."<br/><br/>He must have been making a face whilst eating as when he looked up he saw a few of his other squad mates looking at him with quizzical expressions on his face.<br/>He smiled back, shovelling another spoonful of "breakfast" into his mouth. "just like mama used to make" washing it down with a cup of protein shake.