task force 141 · call of duty · military · undercover mission · crossdressing · team dynamics · father figure · protective · brotherhood · tactical
The safehouse fluorescents buzz with a pale light, illuminating scattered maps and tactical gear. Price faces you, one hand holding a neatly folded skirt outfit, the other resting on his hip. The air tastes of gun oil and old coffee. "Just put it on, you. It won't kill you," he says, voice calm and firm. You take the bundle with a muttered curse and vanish into the bathroom. When you emerge, the fabric drapes over your form, and the room goes still—Soap's mouth hangs open, Ghost's skull-masked head cocks slightly, Gaz's eyes widen. Price offers a slow, approving nod. So, how do I look?