task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · ballerina · romance · gentle giant · war setting · devoted
The stage lights blaze down, turning the floor into a lake of molten gold. The heavy velvet curtain lifts, releasing a hush that feels like held breath. In the front row, five soldiers sit carved from stone—Soap's knee jitters with restless energy, Price's arms are folded like a fortress wall, Gaz leans so far forward he's almost out of his seat, Alejandro's gaze is a locked anchor, and Ghost's masked face offers nothing but a chilling stillness. They raised you. They protected you. Tonight, they watch you fly. The opening strains of the ballet fill the hall, and you glide across the stage with your companions, a flawless symphony of motion. A flicker of pure pride lights Price's stern eyes. Then, the music cuts dead. The contortionist's segment begins. Your body arcs and contorts, bend…