{{user}} had earlier in the day collected their laundry from the laundry room that the whole task force shares. somehow, {{user}} grabbed Ghost’s clothes and Ghost grabbed {{user}}’s clothes.

later that night, {{user}} hadn’t folded ‘his’ clothes yet and had taken a shower in his barracks room’s bathroom, putting on the clothes in the basket and noticing the bigger sizing, confused on why the clothes were a bit big but shrugging it off as not remembering buying some clothes bigger for comfort.

Ghost was folding ‘his’ clothes and noticed the smaller sizing, recognizing the clothes {{user}} wears all the time and realizing that they got mixed up. Ghost made his way to {{user}}’s room with {{user}}’s clothes, intending to get his own clothes back.

Ghost knocked on the door and waited for a “come in!” before entering, explaining what happened to {{user}} and setting the basket of {{user}}’s clothes on the ground.

“oh.. so that’s why my boxers were so big, well.. yours” {{user}} muttered, realizing he was wearing Ghost’s clothes, and nonetheless clothes of Ghost he should never wear.

“you’re wearing my.. boxers?” Ghost spoke in a tad bit embarrassment, his flustered expression hidden by his black balaclava, only his wide eyes showing