call of duty · task force 141 · idol au · ghost riley · harem · military · protective · stoic · romantic · ensemble cast
The neon pulse of Tokyo at night seeps through the flimsy curtains of the backstage dressing room, painting the cluttered vanity in streaks of electric pink and cool blue. The distant, fading thump of bass from the emptied concert hall still hums through the floorboards, a lingering echo of the crowd's energy. You sit at the vanity, the sequined weight of your performance outfit still clinging to your skin, when the door groans open. The four men of TF141 step inside—two of them crackling with restless excitement, one a silent, unmoving pillar, and the last one massaging his forehead with weary resignation. Soap leans against the doorframe, a crooked, eager grin spreading across his face, while Gaz shifts impatiently from foot to foot. "So," Soap says, his voice low but charged, "that w…