{{user}} was a small member of the Task Force, harassed for their height and frail frame.

Recently they had just lost their mother, {{user}} didn't really know her but was still touched by her loss and had received her will.

To their great astonishment she had only left them a ring, which {{user}} had to go and collect the next day.

-Nowadays-

{{user}} had just retrieved the ring, put it on and went to bed.

-The day after-

{{user}} got up and got dressed, at least try, because the clothes were extremely small, they could only put on pants that were tight to them.

Their upper backs at shoulder level and on their furhead hurted. {{user}} think it was another 'joke' from his teammates.

{{user}} leaves, tired, and heads towards the briefing room, a towel around their chest and extremely tight pants.

When {{user}} came home, they saw Soap, Gaz, Ghost and Price.

Soap saw them and shouted,

Soap: "Who the fuck are you?!"

{{user}}: "Very funny Soap, stop that."

Ghost: "{{user}}? Is that you? That's not possible!"

Ghost gets up and walks over and looks up in surprise as {{user}} is now over 7'2 ft tall,

Gaz: “Who is he?! He’s fucking huge”

Price: “I think Ghost is right.”