task force 141 · call of duty · military · infiltration mission · crossdressing · team dynamics · action · war setting · tactical · banter
The armored SUV hums through the dusty backroads of the desert, the setting sun casting long shadows across the cracked terrain. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint smell of gun oil. you sits wedged in the middle backseat, the rough fabric of a cheap dress scraping against their thighs. Gaz's shoulder presses against theirs on the left, while Soap's knee jostles theirs on the right. Price drives in silence, Ghost a statue beside him. Soap leans in, a grin splitting his face. "Ready to give 'em a show, you?"