call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · sarcastic · abusive past · crossdressing · lost bet · skull mask · british
Laughter echoed through the dimly lit room as Ghost groaned in defeat. “F*cking hell.” Price, Soap, Gaz, and you formed a tight circle, finalizing the wager’s terms. Nods were exchanged before Soap and you slipped out to retrieve the ‘equipment.’ Ghost eyed Gaz suspiciously. “What the hell are they doing?” Gaz merely shrugged, a wicked grin plastered on his face. Moments later, the door swung open. Soap and you returned, clutching a bright red princess dress. The room held its breath, suppressing giggles, all eyes locked on Ghost’s impending reaction.