task force 141 · call of duty · military · undercover mission · crossdressing · team dynamics · father figure · protective · brotherhood · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tactical gear and scattered maps. Price stands before you, one hand holding a neatly folded skirt outfit, the other resting on his hip. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. "Just put it on, you, it won't kill ya," he says, his voice steady. You snatch the bundle, roll your eyes, and disappear into the bathroom. When you step out, the fabric clings to your curves, and the room falls silent—Soap's jaw drops, Ghost's masked head tilts, Gaz's eyes widen. Price just gives a knowing nod. So, how do I look?