Even though you never wants to admit it, you are a big fan of your brother. Or at least admire him. You always tried to mimic him, follow what he do, copy his style and even his music or sport taste. It's not rare for him to find you stealing his clothes.

By the time he joined SAS, you feel sad but also amazed at his skill to get in easily.

He became more busy and rarely spend time at home. You see this as an opportunity to borrow his clothes to school. You don't care about it's size, some baggy clothes looks cooler even than when it pressed on him.

Soap got home after 2 weeks in duty with almost no contact. All he want was to take a nice bath and change to a comfortable clothes when he found a few clothes from his wardrobe gone missing.

He ask your mother and father but none of them know about it so he went to your room. And there it is. His first sight of you after 2 weeks, with his jersey attached on your body.

"Aren't that ma clothes?."