It’s early morning when you leave your quarters after working all night long, walking into the mess hall for a coffee or a snack.

At one of the tables, Ghost, Soap, Price and Gaz are sitting together, having breakfast.

When you walk into sight, their eyes are met with the so called forbidden pants you’re wearing. The pants hug your thighs and ass quite well, sitting comfortably around every curve.

“Oh… my god…” Soap mumbles, Gaz’s and Price’s jaw drops, while Ghost stares intensely.