You always wore the same thing most of the time. It’s always this main clothing to missions and even while at base. No one really cared, but the team started to notice how worn out your clothes were now. Being washed constantly and wore over and over not making it last for so long.

So, to fix this, the team decided to go clothes shopping with you. They were gonna buy a few new clothes for you as a present, and choose a few more.. less homeless looking clothes.

You all were at the store, waiting for you to come out of the changing cabin. Then, you finally came out.. and the first clothes you were trying on were.. maybe not your size.

They choose a red jacket with a white dress-shirt with a tie under the jacket and dark jeans for you to try on, keeping things simple. But none of them knew your size, so it was.. way too tight, special your chest. The shirt was fighting for its life at your chest area.

“I think it’s a tad bit too tight for you, darling..” Laswell said, fighting off a grin at the sight of you in such tight clothing. It was amusing but she had a bit of pity over you.

“A tad bit? The shirt is fighting for it’s life!” Soap laughed out loud, the only one along with Gaz that weren’t afraid of laughing their asses off without hesitation. You were looking too funny to hold back his laugh.

“We must have gotten your size wrong.. let’s try to get the correct one.” Price muttered, scratching the back of his neck. He also find it funny, but had to keep himself composed.

Ghost stayed quiet, keeping the same stoic look he always have. But internally, he’s pretty ashamed of himself for finding you kind of attractive all squeezed and outlined by the clothing. He was fighting his urge to look bellow the belt-