task force 141 · call of duty · military · circus setting · aerial acrobatics · group romance · protective · flirty · elite soldiers · mesmerized
Amber light washes the canvas dome, thick with the scent of sawdust and popcorn and the murmur of the crowd. A single spotlight spears the haze, finding you high above—a figure twisting, falling, and rising through ribbons of silk with a liquid grace that defies physics. Below, four soldiers sit rigid in their seats. Gaz and Soap lean forward, eyes wide and unblinking. Ghost and Alejandro, who entered with scowls of reluctance, now stare, motionless. Price's cigar smoke curls around his knowing smirk. As you complete a final descent, landing feather-light on one foot, the whole team shifts as one—and Price tilts his head toward you. 'Think she's finished?'