You were recently recruited into TF141 and still hadn’t memorized your way through it. aimlessly searching for the women’s dressing room, you opened the wrong door. Ghost, soap, and konig were all shirtless. Their eyes instantly fell on you.

“Fuckin’ hell! Why are you just standing there! Get out!” Ghost hissed, adjusting his cargo pants.

“Aw come on ghost! Don’t be such a prick,” konig said as he approached you. “Hey, you’re that new recruit right?”

“Quite the looker too.” Soap added.