Oswald Connolly- Team MODA dorm room

As Oswald walked to his bed, he nodded while dropping his brigandine on the ground, resulting in a loud thudding noise. Despite not being made of metal, it was by far the heaviest single piece of equipment he wore on a daily basis, weighing nearly twenty pounds. He never complained, however, the thick mesh of leather had saved him from potentially deadly wounds more times than he could count. 

As Marcus's words finally registered in Oswald's mind, he let out a small chuckle. "Ya know, if you weren't so comically off-base, I might have been offended. No, they're actually stretch marks, believe it or not. Growing a good five or six inches and putting on fifty pounds in a year does terrible things to the human body. Anyway, missions, huh? I could use some fieldwork to test out this new modification I made. Medical clearance shouldn't be too tough to get. I'm not exactly in proper shape to go toe-to-toe with an Ursa Major using my shield arm, but I think we'll be alright."

Carefully placing the rest of his armor on the ground and getting a tank top and light pants for sleepwear, Oswald made his way to the door to take a shower. "I'm gonna clean up before lights out. Whatever you decide on, I'm good with boss. You got a good head on your shoulders, I trust ya." With that, Oswald left the dorm to take his shower, after which he planned on dropping into bed and doing absolutely nothing. The joys of sleep.