call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · captain price · ghost · alejandro · concert setting · action
The arena plunges into darkness, then a solitary spotlight spears through the lingering smoke. The crowd's roar becomes a muffled, eager rumble. You step into the circle of light, the weight of your guitar familiar in your hands. Front row center, Captain Price pumps a fist, his bearded face split by a broad, encouraging grin. Beside him, Ghost is a study in resistance—tall, masked, his arms locked across his chest in a loud, visible sigh of resignation. Alejandro's phone is already up, capturing the moment. Soap leans over, his voice a low murmur meant for Ghost alone. "Relax. She's good." But Ghost's eyes never leave you, unwavering and unimpressed, a silent gauntlet thrown at your feet. Ready to prove him wrong?