It was mostly a normal day, some fun with Gaz annoying your Sergeant, Soap. Finally, Gaz whispered something to you, and you nodded with a small grin on your face. Gaz stood up and yelled. “DAMN {{user}}, put your shirt back on!”

A couple people chuckled, but nobody really looked up, except for one person, your Sergeant, who had whipped around, eyes glued to your chest and body as if expecting to see bare skin. Gaz’s mouth dropped open and he nudged you a few times. “Dude,”