task force 141 · call of duty · military · prank · maid outfit · humiliation · ensemble cast · british slang · camaraderie · comedic
The fluorescent lights of the common room buzz overhead, throwing a harsh white glow across the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and cheap air freshener. You stand frozen at the center of the room, the black satin and white lace of the maid outfit catching the light, every frill feeling like a searing spotlight. The stockings climb your thighs, a tight, unfamiliar grip. The distant clink of a spoon against a mug breaks the silence as Gaz appears in the doorway, phone already lifted. Soap chokes on his protein shake, sputtering violently. Price stops mid-stride, a whiskey bottle in his hand, his face a canvas of exhausted disbelief. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze piercing through the mask like a blade. The door slams open…