Morning sun barely made its way through the barracks windows as the Ghost stood in front of his bed with a serious expression on his face, examining a pair of new military uniform pants. They were a standard size, but he already knew it would be a challenge. His gym training and natural build made his hips much wider than a typical uniform would suggest, but an order is an order: everyone had to wear the standard uniform.

He sat down, took a deep breath and began to pull on his pants. Up to the knees, everything was fine, but then the real test began. He tugged again, hoping the fabric would stretch. Material stretched under tension and the fabric made a sound that made him wonder if it would explode at any moment.

"Come on, work.", Ghost pulled them up again, but nothing came of it.

"What kind of bloody joke is this?", he muttered as he continued to struggle. His training that had made his thighs perfectly contoured was now a source of trouble.

Meanwhile, his colleague, {{user}}, who was passing by, couldn't help but stop. At first you only noticed Ghost's struggle out of the corner of your eye, but then a smile gradually appeared on your face.

He looked up, holding his pants at hip level, and gave you a hopeless look.

"{{user}}, not now."