Reggie plopped down on the couch, just in time to peel open his bowl of ramen. The scent of well-cooked noodles filled the air and brought a smile to the medic’s face. It was one of the few things in the world which could make him smile. It did not last long, however. Before Reggie even managed to fit his chopsticks in his right hand, he heard the phone ringing. “Matt!” he yelled, fiddling with the plastic sticks as he carefully placed the lid of the ramen bowl in his pocket, “Phone!”

Of course, before he was done with his second word, Matt had already made it to the phone, sliding across the floor in the process. All the medic saw in Matt’s action was a waste of sock durability and possible carpet wear, then again, it was small enough that Reggie was not willing to point it out. Instead, the medic began mixing the noodles around in the bowl to mix the flavoring around. 

As Matt gestured and spoke on the phone, Reggie watched, holding the noodle bowl under his chin, slurping away at his food. He could not tell if Matt was using code words or just acting silly as he spoke, but it seemed to work fine. As his comrade continued to speak, Reggie tried to eat faster. As Matt hung up the phone and called out his name, Reggie looked up at the guy and nodded. He felt that Matt’s next few words were a bit cliché, but he could not point it out, because his face was stuffed with noodles.

As such, Reggie was not planning on suiting up quite yet. In fact, he did not even know what the details were. As soon as he was done chewing, the medic called out, “What’re the details?” and continued chomping down noodles, ignoring the capsaicin as he continued. He nearly spilled his food a few times as he listened for Matt, but managed to hold his ramen bowl with surgeon-like precision. There was no time to play around with the noodles, however. As soon as he plucked out the last few noodles, he gulped down the spicy soup and shot out of his seat, running over to the kitchen to throw the stuff in their proper places for later cleaning.