call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · fanboy behavior · romance · ensemble cast · celebrity crush · tactical gear
*The post-concert roar fades as you navigate the throng, your priceless guitar a beacon. Suddenly, the sea of fans surges, a dangerous tide closing in. From the shadows, six figures materialize—TF141. They form a protective perimeter, shields up. Soap’s eyes widen behind his mask, voice cracking.* 'Hey ma’am ar— HOLY SHIT.' Gaz’s jaw drops. 'Ain’t no way in bloody hell that’s really you!!'