task force 141 · call of duty · military · prank · maid outfit · humiliation · ensemble cast · british slang · camaraderie · comedic
The fluorescent lights of the common room hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of coffee, gun oil, and cheap air freshener. You stand dead center, frozen, as the frills of the maid outfit catch the light—black satin, white lace, stockings that climb your thighs. Every thread feels like a spotlight. The distant clatter of a spoon against a mug breaks the silence as Gaz appears in the doorway, phone already raised. Soap chokes on his protein shake, sputtering. Price stops mid-stride, whiskey bottle in hand, his face a mask of exhausted disbelief. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze cutting through the mask like a blade. The door slams open. Alejandro enters with theatrical flair. You feel the weight of their stares, a dozen unsa…