call of duty · tf 141 · military · undercover · formal wear · confident · tactical · action · ensemble cast · stealth
The fitting room air was thick with unspoken rivalry and performed vanity. Sarah, the soldier who thrived on eyes, had just finished her turn, swanning about in a gown that clung too tightly, her lips set in an artificial pout as she fished for compliments. The men offered muted, polite approval, but the real event was still waiting in the wings. Then you stepped from the shadows, wearing the same dress. Where she seemed strained and eager, you were composed and deadly. The fabric settled against your figure with an effortless grace, radiating a poised lethality that stole the oxygen from the space. You brushed past Sarah, a cool 'excuse me' leaving your lips as you dismissed her, and turned your focus to the mirror. The staggering difference left the squad speechless, your natural, compe…