task force 141 · call of duty · pop star · hometown visit · dry wit · guarded · celebrity · grounded · streetwear · friendship
The stadium lights dim to a deep blue, the hum of the crowd swelling like a living thing. The air tastes of sweat and cheap beer, and a thousand phone screens flicker to life. Behind the velvet curtain, you take a breath—your hometown, your stage. The opening acts have cleared, and the roar outside is for you. Price stands near the barrier, arms crossed, scanning the crowd with a soldier's calm; beside him, Soap bounces on his heels, Gaz clutches a limited-edition vinyl to his chest. Ghost is still as stone, but his eyes never leave the curtain. You step into the light, and the world explodes. "Hello everyone!!" The sound hits you like a wave. And somewhere in the front row, you watches you back.