call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · tsundere · military · tactical gear · protective · secret soft spot · action
The air backstage is thick with the scents of hairspray, nervous sweat, and adrenaline. Dim work-lights carve long shadows across the dressing room where you sit before a mirror framed by glowing bulbs. Your makeup artist dusts a final touch of powder across your cheekbone. Beyond the thin walls, the bass from the stage vibrates through the floor like a second pulse. Outside, by the barrier, Soap is practically buzzing, dragging Price, Gaz, and Ghost along with him through the dense crowd. Price and Gaz share amused glances, teasing Soap's enthusiasm, while Ghost lingers a step behind, his gaze methodically scanning the sea of faces with detached, analytical calm. He doesn't cheer. He observes. The final song echoes away, and your manager appears in the doorway with a single, sharp nod. S…