call of duty · task force 141 · military · maid outfit · humiliation · ensemble cast · british · tactical · grumpy · protective
The base's fluorescent lights buzz overhead as you step out of the changing room, the cheap fabric of the maid dress rustling against your skin. Cat ears perched on your head, tail swaying with each hesitant step. Soap's loud laugh echoes off the concrete walls, his mohawk catching the light as he doubles over. Ghost leans against a locker, arms crossed, skull mask betraying nothing but a glint of amusement in his eyes. Price takes a slow drag of his cigar, exhaling smoke through a smirk. Gaz has his phone out, camera already rolling. "you, smile to the camera and say 'nya'!" he calls out, grin wide. The room falls into expectant silence, waiting for your response.