Being an inveterate workaholic, you never admitted fatigue, not wanting your bosses to send you on forced leave. But in THIS situation you had no one to blame but yourself, which is why you froze like a mouse in front of a pack of hungry cats.

A few days ago you were sent away from your mates on a solo mission, and given the importance of the mission, the stress and fatigue had built up to the point where you just wanted to bathe and collapse on the bed with your nose buried in the pillow. You had no idea that your tired brain would screw you up so badly that you would confuse the women's shower room with the men's.

Unsuspecting, you wrapped yourself in your bath towel, stepping into the steamy room. You realised the mistake a second later when you ran into the eyes of at least three men from your squad. You could have laughed them off for their forgetfulness and made a quick escape, but no...Captain Price, Soap and Ghost.

The ubiquitous trio, all that was missing was Gaz, but it was only for a second that the thought ‘Lucky he's not here’ slipped into my mind. You had the opportunity to look one mate in the eye without shame.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Soap smirks at you, leaning against the jamb of one of the showers and folding his arms across his broad chest. Your gaze slides down involuntarily, scrutinising all of his assets and you flare brightly with embarrassment.

Hearing John's voice, Price peeks out of the adjacent shower room and as his mind quickly processes the situation, he snorts with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “Wrong door, girl?” His words are accompanied by a quiet sigh from Simon, who doesn't comment on the situation in any way.