After your morning work out, you decided to walk to the mess hall for a coffee.

At one of the tables, Ghost, Soap, Price and Gaz are sitting together, having breakfast.

When you walk into sight, their eyes are met with the black compression shirt you're wearing. It hugs your torso.

"Oh... my god..." Ghost mumbles, Gaz's, Konig’s, and Price's jaws drop, while Soap stares intensely.