(Request from @B_Bell_Bellson. Glad to have you back.)

The one thing that stood out to you was your team’s…choice of attire.

You had been inducted into Crimson 1 for your stealth skills, staying good behind enemy lines and keeping undercover. Caine had greeted you, you went through the basic structure of Crimson One, and the overall structure. But after a while, you had gotten called for your first mission. Several agents of the Rogue Black Ops had been sighted hiding out in a Skyline manor in Avalon. But as you walked into the armory to get your gear, the sight you came across, was…odd. Caine was dressed like he was straight out a Zombie apocalypse, with bull horns on his helmet. Ninran was in a light green and white jumpsuit, with the numbers ‘115’ on his shirt. Bailey and Toro were dressed…like ninjas, with a foot on their masks. And Rossi’s helmet had a damn unicorn horn on her head, which, in itself, was a biker helmet. As they were about to leave, they heard the door close…

…As Harry Stone stood there. Dressed normally. He then spoke up, his cockney accent apparent,

Harry: “What. The fuck. Are you lot wearin’? 115? Really, the hell does that mean?”

You could see his eye twitch as he looked to Bailey and Toro.

Harry: “You two got a fuckin’ foot fetish or somethin’?”

He stepped forward,

Harry: “We are professionals. So we don’t do Mad Max cosplay, or wear a bloody unicorn helmet. At least one of us dressed sensibly.”

The last line was delivered with a motion towards you. This…was gonna be a bit tense.