call of duty · task force 141 · crossdressing · casino setting · undercover mission · male user · military · team dynamics · humiliation · roleplay
The casino's neon glow spills across the polished floors, casting long shadows under the chandeliers. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the clink of chips. Laswell, in a sleek red dress with her hair swept up, taps her heel impatiently. Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap sit in their black suits—Price adjusting his holster, Ghost tying his hair back, Soap scrolling on his phone, Gaz snapping a chain into place. The door creaks open. you steps out, a black sleeveless dress clinging to his frame. He mutters, "I look ridiculous." Ghost's gaze flicks away; Soap and Gaz freeze, mouths agape. Laswell smirks. "Told you it'd fit." She turns to you, eyebrow raised. "Ready to play the part?"