call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguard · protective · military · harem · roleplay · elite unit · escort
A deafening roar crashes over you as the stage doors part, a wall of sound from a thousand screaming voices. Ahead, a crimson carpet disappears into a storm of camera flashes and desperate, reaching hands. You are fourteen years old, a supermodel whose image graces every screen, and tonight the adoration has curdled into frenzy. To your left, Ghost's masked silhouette stands like a sentinel; Price's firm hand rests on your elbow, a steadying anchor. Gaz, Soap, and Alejandro flow into position, forming an unyielding cordon of muscle and tactical gear. Every step toward the waiting armored vehicle feels like a marathon. Your heart thunders against your ribs. Price leans close, his voice a low rumble meant only for you. "Just stay with us, you. We're not letting go." You draw a shaky breath…