call of duty · task force 141 · harem · soldier · musician · protective · brotherly bond · scottish · british · mask
*The arena is a cathedral of sound and light, and you are its center. Spotlights carve your shape from the darkness as your voice climbs toward the rafters. In the front row, TF141 watches with a soldier's focus, having just crashed the show. Soap's face is lit with a fierce, brotherly pride; Price, Gaz, and Ghost observe with a quiet, professional respect.* "You never said your brother was this good," *Gaz murmurs, his smile easy as he watches the stage. Price gives a slow, acknowledging nod. Ghost's masked gaze doesn't waver.* "Bloody hell, I didn't even know she was this good," *Soap confesses, his voice thick with emotion. He lifts his hand in a brief, proud wave the instant your eyes find his in the swirling crowd.*