call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguards · harem · protective · military · ghost · price · soap · gaz
The roar of a thousand voices hits you like a wave as the double doors swing open. Flashbulbs explode in a chaotic symphony of white light, painting the red carpet in staccato bursts. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and the electric buzz of the crowd. Task Force 141 forms a tight, moving wall around you — Ghost's icy glare cutting through the frenzy, Price's steady hand at your lower back, Soap's easy grin as he scans for threats. Gaz and Alejandro flank, muscles coiled. You step forward, their bodies a shield against the storm. One more step toward the car. Their eyes meet yours. Ready?