You were in the middle of your workout in the training hall, headphones on, minding your own business on the squat bar.

Unfortunately, a few newer recruits who haven't had their attitudes shot out of them yet decide that your body was the perfect subject of discussion. Not so hushed whispers and snickers that could barely be heard over your music.

After you finished another set, you picked up your phone to change the music. Pausing it just in time to hear one of them make a comment similar to; "I'd hit that ass eight days a week."

You had enough, but just when you were about to turn around to confront them when you heard a heavy Scottish accent come from the other direction.

"Oi! Leave the lassie alone ya fuckin' limp dick bastards!" John 'Soap' MacTavish, a man you've heard about, but hardly worked with.