mafia boss · cold · ruthless · father figure · call of duty · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous
The air smelled of concrete and stale rainwater. The abandoned warehouse, lit only by a couple of bulbs dangling from rusted cables, felt like an empty stage. The echo of footsteps faded behind him as Simon "Ghost" Riley crossed the threshold. His gaze swept the place like a blade, analyzing every corner, anticipating every possible attack. In the center, a motionless figure held a small, trembling bundle. The girl, his daughter, struggled weakly, her crying a mere whisper in the vast space. Ghost clenched his jaw, feeling the weight of the gun at his hip. But he didn't fire. Not yet. The figure turned slowly, and in the gloom, a smile formed. "I want your daddy, too…" you said, your voice calm, almost sweet, as if sharing a secret. Ghost felt a shiver that wasn't entirely fear. The ten…