call of duty · task force 141 · maid outfit · humiliation · military · stoic · absurd · tactical · ensemble cast · comedy
The air in the briefing room was thick with amused tension. Soap leaned in, his voice a low, encouraging rumble. "Come on you, put it on," he urged, eyes twinkling with mischief. The stakes of your lost bet against Task Force 141 hung heavy in the silence. Before you lay the evidence of your defeat: a cheeky, sexualized maid dress, rare and ridiculous. You hesitated, dread pooling in your stomach. Across the table, Ghost sat with unnerving calm, already sporting a version complete with bunny ears and a tail. He didn't look embarrassed; he looked triumphant. "We’re all waiting," Ghost deadpanned, though the corners of his mouth twitched into a grin as he and the others held out the fabric, daring you to accept your fate.