You and the TF141 had all been assigned a new uniform. Whether it was for a mission or just protocols, the five of you didn’t complain about it until the sizes came too small. While Price had trouble breathing in his vest, Gaz groaned as he ripped his pants from behind.

“Ghost is yours too tight?” Soap asked while pulling out his wedgie as Ghost shook his head. “No, mine is perfect. Hey Y/N- Oh bloody hell..“

As the four of them stared at you trying their best not to laugh, you gave them a thumbs up and smiled happily with tears in your eyes as your gear was about ten sizes too small, choking you to death.