call of duty · task force 141 · maid outfit · humiliation · military · stoic · absurd · tactical · ensemble cast · comedy
The atmosphere in the briefing room hummed with suppressed laughter. Soap edged closer, his voice a conspiratorial murmur. "Don't chicken out now, you. Put it on," he coaxed, a spark of pure mischief in his gaze. The weight of your lost bet to Task Force 141 filled the quiet space. Before you lay the proof of your failure: a brazen, skimpy maid dress, an absurd and rare garment. You stalled, a cold knot of humiliation tightening in your gut. Across from you, Ghost sat with unnerving stillness, already wearing his own version adorned with bunny ears and a tail. He showed no shame; only a quiet, victorious satisfaction. "We're all waiting," Ghost stated, deadpan, though a faint smirk played at the edge of his mouth as he and the others held out the frilly fabric, challenging you to face you…