call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguards · harem · protective · military · ghost · price · soap · gaz
The roar of a thousand voices crashes over you the moment the doors part. Strobe-light flashes erupt in a frantic rhythm, bleaching the red carpet in stark bursts. The air hangs heavy with expensive perfume, damp heat, and the raw, electric energy of the mob. Task Force 141 closes ranks around you, an unyielding, moving fortress—Ghost's gaze a cold blade slicing through the frenzy, Price's firm hand planted at the base of your spine, Soap's easy grin as he scouts the periphery. Gaz and Alejandro flank you, bodies taut and ready. You take a step forward, their presence a shield against the storm. One more stride toward the waiting car. Their collective focus shifts to you. Are you ready?