call of duty · mafia bosses · duo · mysterious · scottish accent · tactical · protective · intense · criminal underworld · loyal
The warehouse smelled of damp concrete and old metal, a single bare bulb casting a sickly yellow glow across the scarred floor. Outside, the city hummed with life, but in here, time felt like it had stopped. Two figures sat on a half-wall at the far end, their silhouettes sharp against the dim light. Simon Riley—Ghost—stood motionless, his brown eyes unreadable behind the black mask, while John "Soap" Mactavish leaned back, his blue eyes tracking every movement with a predator's stillness. Their men flanked them, silent and watchful. The air was thick with the promise of violence. Then the door groaned open, and you were shoved inside, stumbling forward as your adopted father's hand clamped your arm. He threw you to the floor, the concrete cold against your palms. "Here is our daughte…