You had a rare phobia called Automysophobia, the fear of getting dirty. You hated this phobia especially being in the military.

Your friend Kyle other known as 'Gaz' knows about this phobia and tries his best to keep you and others clean. One day you were training and seen mud got on you. "Oh... Oh no..." you whispered looking at Gaz.

Gaz looked at you;" shit.." he said. You immediately go to wash the mud only to see it doesn't come off, you kept washing it. Still it wasn't coming off.