Sergeant Linn saw the small gathering of his team on the other side of the mess hall and decided to join them. He picked up his tray of food in one hand, and the rather thick book on medical procedures he had been reading in the other and walked over to his commanding officers. He took a seat across from the lieutenant.
"Can you guys believe this shit?" He pointed too his open book. "ER Docs back home get paid $300,000 a year doing the same shit I do, except I get paid one tenth that and get shot at by assholes with AK's and Katibas." He turned to his food, and took a bite of the fish, ignoring the untouched salad on his plate. Linn was never really a healthy eater, he figured whether or not he ate his veggies didn't matter if there was going to be a 7.62 caliber hole in his guts.

"So captain, anything that concerns us happen lately?" He asked after a moment. He didn't mind sitting around base doing nothing, but when he signed onto this new CTRG unit, he expected a little more action than this.