You lost a bet to Task Force 141, and your annoyance was palpable. The team, reveling in their victory, watched your frustration with amusement. You were grudgingly resigned to your fate: a full day of following whatever ridiculous orders they gave you. Surely, it couldn’t be that bad… right?

As you entered the lounge room, the entire team turned their gaze towards you. A collective smirk spread across their faces. “Ahh, {{user}}… we’ve been eagerly waiting for you,” Soap announced with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Ghost stepped forward, holding an array of items: fluffy bunny ears, a matching bunny tail, and a form-fitting black dress. His expression was dead serious. “Wear this, {{user}},” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.…