A/N: Okay, so this idea has been playing in my head for a couple of days now and I've finally developed a plot that I'm satisfied with. ^^ So hopefully this fic will go off without a hitch! :D I know nothing about music what so ever and Google is my only source so if anything is wrong please don't hesitate to correct me!

Summary: Shepard is forcing the Task Force 141 to put on a play for him! Will new feelings and a 200 year old curse hurt production? Roach/Meat; eventual Roach/Soap

Disclaimer: I do not own call of duty or Phantom of the Opera. They belong to their respective owners. I will site when I use the dialogue from the play. I will be using Andrew Lloyd Webber's production.

Without further adieu I, Liila6241, present Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera: Call of Duty style.

A Play?

The sun settled high in the sky on what appeared to be a normal day for the Task Force 141— well, as normal as things get around here.

Roach dove into a bush, panting like mad. He'd been running from his crazy Lieutenant all morning. The Sergeant looked as his prize secured in his hand—Ghost's balaclava. The brown haired man lost a bet with his boyfriend, Meat, and was forced to swipe the mask off the man's head. Before Roach could be killed by the Londoner, he bolted in the other direction hearing the others laughter at the expression on Ghost's face—and that happened at nine a.m. Roach looked at the watch on his arm . . . one p.m. He'd been hiding from the murderous man for four hours! 'As if my life couldn't get any worse!' Roach groaned inside his mind.

The sound of someone running put Roach on high alert. The Sergeant stilled his movements and forced his breathing to slow. "BUG! WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU'RE DEAD!" Ghost's shouting was heard as he ran right past the bush where Roach is hiding in. The blue eyed male gave a sigh of relief. Ghost's training when right out the window when he was furious.

The Sergeant cautiously poked his head out of the bush and looked around. Seeing no sign of Ghost, Roach untangled himself from the bush and carefully made his way back into the base. The young male walked through the base hallways, his footsteps barely making any sound. 'Humph, glad all that training with Archer was a success!' Roach thought gleefully.

"BUG! I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE!" Roach heard Ghost's angry voice shout.

The Sergeant immediately bolted down the hallway opening the first door he came to. The young man closed the door, leaning against it; he sighed with relief as Ghost ran right passed him. 'That's one disaster avoided.'

"Roach?"

'Shit!'

Roach looked at the other figure in the room, realizing with horror that he is face to face with John MacTavish. Roach gulped. His cru—err, Captain is in the room! "C-Captain?" He said, his voice going an octave higher than normal. "Wh-What are you doing here?"

MacTavish gave his Sergeant a confused look. "This is my office. I should be asking you that."

Roach took a look at his surroundings for the first time and realized he is in the Scot's office. 'Well, damn.'

Soap looked at Roach's nervous attitude and then at his hand. The Scot smirked. "Ah, so you are the one who has been making Ghost throw a tantrum."

Roach flushed. "Uh, if you want to call it that, sir," the man gulped suddenly nervous around the Scot. 'Why am I flushing at the Captain's words? Maybe it's because of my cru—err, something else.' Roach thought as the Captain made his way towards the Sergeant.

Roach didn't resister the Captain's presence until the Scot was pressed against him, a warm hand over his mouth and hot breath against his ear. Roach instantly turned red. '. . . the hell?'

"Don't move; keep quiet—don't even think about making a sound," Soap whispered into Roach's ear just as someone knocked on Soap's door.

"Captain?" A voice asked. Roach panicked. It was none other than Ghost at the Captain's door.

'Things can't get worse,' Roach thought.

"Aye?" Soap responded, in his normal tone.

"Have you seen Roach? He has something I want back."

Roach could see the smirk form on Soap's face, seeing how the man is six feet tall and Roach is a mere five feet five inches—he had to look way up.

"Yeah, I've seen Roach."

Said man looked at his Captain horrified; the Scot wouldn't turn him in . . . would he?

"Really?" Ghost asked, intrigued. "Where is he?"

Roach tensed. 'He's going to give me away now! That Bastard!'

"I saw him in the mess hall earlier."

Roach mentally sighed and leaned against Soap. His Captain isn't a complete bastard after all.

"Hmm, that's funny; I was just in the mess hall. The bugger must be hiding in one of the trash cans. Thanks Captain," with those words, Ghost sped off to the mess hall.

After Ghost's footsteps faded, MacTavish released Roach and went back to his desk. Roach felt . . . odd after his Captain released him. He feels like, he didn't want the Captain to leave. 'I want him to hold me,' Roach shook his head. 'No, I can't be having thoughts like that! I have a boyfriend— who doesn't pay attention to me.' Roach sighed. Meat was always up Royce's ass— Roach understands that the two are best friends, but the Sergeant needs attention too; almost constantly as a matter of fact.

"Thanks for not ratting me out, sir," Roach said, relief flooding into his voice.

"No problem. I'm not that much of a cold hearted bastard."

Roach snickered. 'Could have fooled me!'

"You know," Soap began, drawing Roach's attention. "You should really give Ghost his mask back."

"I know," Roach said. He sighed. The Sergeant should have never listened to Meat—he should know better. The man was about to leave Soap's office when an idea struck him. "Captain, could you do me a favor and give Roach his mask back for me?"

Soap rolled his eyes and took the mask. "Don't worry, I'll make something up."

Roach fully relaxed. "Thanks Captain."

"No problem. Oh, and Roach."

"Yeah?"

"Tell the others there is a meeting at fifteen hundred hours."

Roach smiled. "Can do Captain."

"Why the hell are we here again?"

"Just shut and be patient."

"Make me."

"Oh, I'll make you all right!"

Roach sighed. Archer and Toad were arguing again. 'No surprise,' Roach thought as Meat slipped an arm around his waist and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Roach smiled, but that smile was short lived as Royce came over and diverted Meat's attention—again. Roach frowned. He can't win today.

"Alright ladies, shut the fuck up and listen," MacTavish said as he entered the briefing room, a stack of papers in his strong hands. The Scot dropped the papers onto the table with a loud thump. "I have new orders from Shepard."

The men cheered. They were finally going to go on a mission.

"Alright; a mission!" Toad exclaimed. "We haven't had one in ages!"

"Where are we going?" Royce asked. "Rio? Laos?"

Soap smirked. "The London Opera house. Boys, we're putting on a play."

The room fell silent. A play?

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Ghost exclaimed. "We're soldiers, not actors!"

"Well, we are now," Soap said.

"What play are we putting on?" Roach asked curiously. He has always been a fan of the theater.

Soap smirked again. "Andrew Lloyd Webber's: The Phantom of the Opera."

The men all looked at each other and nodded, at least it is a good play.

"That means we have to sing," Archer said.

Toad jumped up. "I can sing damn well!"

"Man, sit your ass down!" Archer exclaimed, pulling the sniper back into his seat.

"Alright, whatever," Ghost said while grabbing a sheet off of the top of the stack. "It looks like Shepard already assigned roles. Alright, you dumbasses; hold all complaints and noises until I finish reading off all the parts. Remember, we have two months to learn our lines, rehearse and get everything ready before Shepard and the others arrive on September 1st." Ghost cleared his throat and began: "The female lead of Christine Daae will be played by Roach—no surprise; the male lead of Phantom will be played by the Captain; Raoul will be played by Meat; Carlotta will be played by Royce; Madame Giry will be played by Toad; Meg will be played by myself—what?"

"Keep going, you nop head," Soap said, rolling his eyes.

Ghost frowned but continued: "Archer, Worm, Scarecrow, Ozone and Rook will be the ensemble; Peasant, Rocket, Chemo and Driver will work backstage; Price, Nikolai and Allen will work on lights and anyone else will be ushers."

The men erupted into protests.

"WHAT THE HELL, WHY DO I HAVE TO BE A WOMAN?"

"MOST OF US ARE PLAYING WOMAN, SO FUCK OFF!"

"DANCE, DANCE, DROP YOUR PANTS!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

The only one who said nothing was a certain Sergeant who was frozen and wide eyed. He had to play opposite of his crush (he's not going to deny it any longer) while his so called boyfriend, his superiors and anyone else watched. This was going to be a long two months.

A/N: and there's the first chapter! :D I am so excited about this story and I can't wait to write more! I love Phantom of the Opera. Nobody can beat my old high school's production of it! They were amazing~! :D

The first part of the chapter is necassary to explain Roach's developing crush on his Captain. Plot developement for the winning! XD

The roles relate to the men's relationship with each other and I highlight those relationships in the next chapter.

Please review and tell me what you think!