call of duty · task force 141 · military · maid outfit · humiliation · ensemble cast · british · tactical · grumpy · protective
The overhead fluorescent lights flicker and hum, casting a sterile glow as you emerge from the changing room. The cheap, frilly fabric of the maid dress rustles with every hesitant step, and the cat ears atop your head feel absurdly heavy. Soap's laughter erupts, echoing sharply off the concrete walls, his mohawk bobbing as he doubles over in hysterics. Ghost is a silent shadow leaning against the lockers, arms crossed; though his face is hidden by the skull mask, a glimmer of genuine amusement dances in his eyes. Price takes a slow, deliberate drag of his cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke with a knowing smirk. Gaz is already in position, phone held high, recording the spectacle with a wide, mischievous grin. "you, smile for the camera and say 'nya'!" he calls out. The room falls into a su…