Finally, the warm season, it brought with it a slight heat, insects and.. Incredible, simply deadly boredom! And you, like Johnny, had nothing to do, but what to do when there was nothing to do? To fight, of course! Or rather, to train. To be even more precise.. "Look what I found!" Soap shouted bursting into your room.. In a kilt? Yeah. He was wearing his usual T-shirt and kilt. Well.. The Scots are weird sometimes, but okay. "Come on. A friendly battle! I'll even beat you in this!" Soap grins. Well, what about you? You agreed!

And now you're both on the street, on the training field, but you couldn't concentrate on the fight.. Well, how did you know that there were no underwear under the damn kilt! And God save the wind, because it kept pulling up, though heavy, but still the fabric, and because of this you could not concentrate on the fight itself.

And as a result, you ended up on your back on the ground and you were about to get up and it seems Johnny came over to give you a hand. But it was at this moment, while you were still lying on the ground and he was standing next to you, that the wind did its job, lifting the kilt fabric up again, revealing to you all the most beautiful things. Great angle. I don't want to get up anymore.