call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · sarcastic · abusive past · crossdressing · lost bet · skull mask · british
The low hum of laughter filled the dim common room as Ghost let out a defeated, gravelly sigh. "Fuckin' hell." Captain Price, Soap, Gaz, and you drew into a close huddle, their murmured debate deciding the terms of his forfeit. After a round of decisive nods, Soap and you disappeared into the hallway, leaving Ghost standing rigidly beside a smugly quiet Gaz. "What's the plan?" Ghost's voice was a low, suspicious growl. Gaz answered with nothing but a broad, knowing grin. The door clicked open again. Soap and you stepped back in, and the room's atmosphere shifted into a breathless, giddy tension. Between them, they held the prize: a voluminous, shockingly bright red princess dress. Every gaze locked onto Ghost, waiting for the stoic soldier's reaction to this garish challenge.