You, Gaz, and Soap were the rowdy younger sergeants. Of course you made some dumb bets.

So when the three of you were accusing each other of increasingly worse kinks (as friends do), someone mentioned a bunny suit, and it spiraled.

Thus the newest stupid bet. One you had lost.

"Alright, there's no way it's takin' ye that long," Soap declared from the other side of the door, accompanied by him banging his fist on the wood.

"It's inevitable, laddie, c'mon."