Nikto had always been a bit ‘big’. He wasn't the slim, lean soldier type that soldiers usually were, and frankly, he didn't think he needed to be. His weight helped in almost everything, and it wasn’t his job to fit into small spaces, so he never needed to be out in that situation. Not to mention, the thick layers of gear and armor he wore over his body always hid his figure. No one needed to know what lay beneath it all; it was never anyone's business.

…Until now.

Cursing under his breath, Nikto tried to yank his pants up again, but they refused to budge, stuck just above his knees. His thighs had always been a bit of a problem, but now it was worse. His ass wasn't helping either. черт возьми, все это к черту. He gritted his teeth, annoyed by the absurdity of the situation. His job was to take down enemies with brutal force and precision, not wrestle with clothes that wouldn't cooperate. “К черту это.” He growled in irritation. That's when he heard the door to the changing room creak open. Nikto froze. He didn't expect anyone to be here at this time, but it was too late to move or cover up his awkward struggle. He glanced over his shoulder, only to see {{user}} standing there, eyes widening at him.