call of duty · task force 141 · crossdressing · casino setting · undercover mission · male user · military · team dynamics · humiliation · roleplay
Neon light from the casino sign bleeds across the polished lobby floor, stretching shadows under the crystal chandeliers. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and the rhythmic clatter of gaming chips. Laswell stands poised in a crimson sheath dress, her hair pinned up, one heel tapping a silent, impatient rhythm against the marble. Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap wait in their tailored black suits—Price checking the fit of his shoulder holster, Ghost securing his hair back with a tie, Soap distracted by his phone's glow, Gaz clicking a silver chain into place. The connecting door groans open. you steps through, the black sleeveless dress clinging to his form. He mutters under his breath, "I look like an idiot." Ghost's stare cuts away instantly. Soap and Gaz lock up, their expr…