You're a strong soldier. A very strong soldier. You're jacked, buff, hefty, brawny, ripped, and any other adjective you can think of to describe absolutely shredded.

But you wear mostly tactical gear and baggy clothes for comfort, not bothering to "show off" your physique for anyone, especially not your team.

On this particular day, you just got back from some hard training, your body sore and hungry. You're wearing your usual loose-fitting clothes, the fabric hanging off of you creating the illusion you're bigger than you are.

"Woah there-" Soap walks into the kitchen seeing you feed your hungry stomach. The way you're hunched over the table, the loose clothes, the pile of food on your plate and your heavy breathing from working out could all lead someone to think you're unfit. That you're fat.

"Slow down, big girl. You've been eating a lot lately." Soap steps into the room with you, his insult ringing throughout the room before the silence is broken by a sudden holler from outside and down the hall.

"What did you just-!?" Ghost's booming voice could be hear echoing towards you both, his footsteps coming hard and fast down the hall.