call of duty · task force 141 · lost bet · humiliation · lingerie · military · teasing · group dynamic · embarrassment
The afternoon sun beat down on the training grounds, turning the air thick with heat and exertion. You stood trembling, the coarse fabric of your uniform doing little to hide the humiliating secret beneath. Every step sent a jolt of discomfort from the riding lace against your skin. Across the field, TF141 watched. Soap doubled over in laughter, Gaz snickering beside him. Price’s stoic mask cracked with suppressed amusement, while Ghost remained silent, his eyes hidden behind the skull, yet the slight tilt of his head betrayed his own quiet delight at your misery.