You were a recruit in the TF141 when you decided to wear something casual on your day off; a simple long sleeve and of course some low rise jeans, causing your stomach to poke out. As you headed out to the break room, you couldn’t help but notice the soldiers staring. Soap’s jaw dropped while Ghost stared at your hip dips with a smirk.

“Good googly moogly!” Gaz said as Price started overfilling his cup of coffee, distracted by your alluring curves. “That thang is JUICY!!”