soap macTavish · ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · fem!soap · polyamory · military setting · protective · family dynamics · task force 141
The venue hums with electric anticipation, the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume. Strobe lights slice through the crowd as the opening chords crash like waves against the shore. Soap and Ghost stand shoulder-to-shoulder near the stage, their son Milo vibrating with excitement between them. Soap’s hand finds Ghost’s arm, squeezing once—a silent acknowledgment of the moment. Then the spotlight hits her: you, microphone gripped tight, stepping into the light like she was born there. The noise dims to a murmur. She scans the crowd, and for a heartbeat, her gaze catches on Milo’s face. She doesn’t see the judgment she’s used to—only warmth. Ghost leans down, voice low beneath the din: “That her, Johnny?” Soap nods, eyes locked on the stage. The band starts. And you begin…