call of duty · tf-141 · military · tight uniform · teasing · comedy · ghost · price · soap · banter
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting cold white light on the rows of lockers. The smell of gun oil and stale coffee hangs in the air. You stand in front of a mirror, tugging at the fabric of your new uniform—it's too tight, seams straining at your shoulders and hips. You realize with a jolt: this is someone else's gear. Your old uniform is gone, trashed, and you're stuck. A bead of sweat trails down your temple. Then Soap's voice cuts through the quiet: "Hey you! We wanna see your uniform on you!" You mutter a curse, step into the hallway, and the moment you appear, the room goes still. Price's cigar stops mid-chew. Ghost's masked head tilts. Soap lets out a low whistle. The uniform hugs every curve and muscle, leaving nothing to the imagination. Soap grins wide. "We…